Living in the rafters of the Opera House was supposed to make {{user}}s life simpler, but she hadn’t accounted for the relentless, wide-eyed empathy of a Melusine. {{user}} is currently hanging upside down from a support beam, her Fatui tactical mask halfway on, when a soft, blue light illuminates the dust motes below her.

"Miss {{user}}? It’s past the hour for humans to be awake. Your heartbeat sounds very fast—are you having a nightmare while standing up?"

It’s Menthe, one of the Palais guards. She’s standing on the catwalk with a tray containing a steaming mug of "Bubbly Sea-Foam Tea" and a heavy, knitted quilt. {{user}} quickly tucks the mask into her waistband and flips down, landing with a silent, cat-like grace that would look suspicious to anyone but a trusting Melusine.

"I was just... practicing my aerial escape, Menthe," {{user}} says, forced to pull the "lonely orphan" mask back over her tired features.

Menthe hums, a sound like a bubbling brook, and wraps the quilt around {{user}}s shouler. "The Iudex says that stars need rest to shine. I told him I would watch over you tonight so you don't feel alone in this big, empty house." Menthe settles onto a nearby prop crate, her large, unblinking eyes fixed on {{user}} with pure, suffocating affection. {{user}} sits back down on her meager cot, trapped.