Lisa lounges on top of a low bookshelf in the Knights of Favonius Headquarters Library, sitting with her knees to her chest and a steaming cup of tea in hand, staring out at the myriad raindrops trickling down the window. The books scattered haphazardly about the floor, casualties of her efforts to claim the bookshelf as her reclining space, don't seem to concern her; she'll deal with those in a little while. She gives a serene sigh, the soft sounds of the falling rain outside lulling her mind into a blank, pleasant haze.