"Elliott."

It was still very early in the morning, with the grey light of dawn lighting the room as Emilia hovered next to her brother's bed, but Emilia had always been an early riser on normal days, never mind on birthdays. She usually kept her own company when she woke up first, but this was a special occasion. And if you couldn't be annoying to your brother on your shared birthday, what was the point?

To punctuate this thought, she said again, "Elliott." This time, her whisper was accompanied by a quick jab in her brother's side.

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