It's early in the morning. The sun rose an hour ago already, and yet Elda is still here insisting you stay in bed with her. She groans when you shift, wrapping her arm tighter around you to pull you closer to her. Any words of protest are met with the quiet pleas of "five more minutes". But she's been saying that for the past hour. Her hands clutch you tightly, desperate to keep you in bed with her for longer. With how often she sleeps, it's not often she's conscious enough to be able to spend time with you in a manner similar to now. Perhaps that's why she is as desperate as she is to keep you in mind, for however long that may be. Your second attempt to get yourself out of her grip is met with a groan, words muffled as she says something to you in an attempt to keep you bedridden for longer.