[Loop might think she's asleep, at first. But since when are they that lucky? She's lying on her side (since lying on her back is decidedly uncomfortable right now) with her back towards the door, still and quiet. She's wearing a simple, loose white shirt that doesn't much bother the bandages, and her hat is hung off a hook on the wall.
But she's not very fond of sleep. She'd spent a long time not having need of it, not when she could simply make sure her body's time never advanced - or accelerate it forward, if she really did need to rest. It's surely boring compared to anything else she might be doing, after all. Even now, hurt and exhausted and already having listened to Pure Vanilla Cookie insist she rest enough for five lifetimes, she fights it.
Also, Loop is not sneaky. Even if she couldn't recognize their hum on her temporal senses from a mile away by now, the way the light in the room shifts as they poke their head in is rather distinct.]
...So you are up and about, I see.
[She hadn't had any idea if the dragon had struck Loop too, with that swipe. She certainly hadn't been in any condition to take note of injuries while collapsed on the ground. Timekeeper stirs, pulling herself slowly upright, resting one arm across her lap and leaning on the other. For once, she just looks like somebody normal, mostly - hair slightly mussed from the pillow, a tiredness in her eye, and a notable minimum of loud steampunk attire. (The eyepatch remains, of course.) But still she smiles, just a little, even if the way her lips move as she turns implies that perhaps she was not a moment ago.]
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Date: 2024-09-22 07:59 pm (UTC)But she's not very fond of sleep. She'd spent a long time not having need of it, not when she could simply make sure her body's time never advanced - or accelerate it forward, if she really did need to rest. It's surely boring compared to anything else she might be doing, after all. Even now, hurt and exhausted and already having listened to Pure Vanilla Cookie insist she rest enough for five lifetimes, she fights it.
Also, Loop is not sneaky. Even if she couldn't recognize their hum on her temporal senses from a mile away by now, the way the light in the room shifts as they poke their head in is rather distinct.]
...So you are up and about, I see.
[She hadn't had any idea if the dragon had struck Loop too, with that swipe. She certainly hadn't been in any condition to take note of injuries while collapsed on the ground. Timekeeper stirs, pulling herself slowly upright, resting one arm across her lap and leaning on the other. For once, she just looks like somebody normal, mostly - hair slightly mussed from the pillow, a tiredness in her eye, and a notable minimum of loud steampunk attire. (The eyepatch remains, of course.) But still she smiles, just a little, even if the way her lips move as she turns implies that perhaps she was not a moment ago.]