Sanguis was awake. This was unusual.

She was also very, very busy. This wasn't unusual.

She was reading an old ancient tome; casually jotting down notes, careful not to spill any ink on the parchment. It was eerily silent, save for the scratching noise of her quill against parchment. After a moment, she spoke in a hushed tone, her gaze and attention unwavering from her work.

"Pass me that paper over there, would you? No, not that one - over there, on the shelf, yes, that one. Thank you."