Elsie had always been a morning person. It had come naturally to her for some reason. Of course she wasn't exactly a night owl either, in bed early most nights with a book. She had to have a good reason to stay up late and an even better reason to sleep in. Last night had been both and it had been a long, long while since she'd slept so soundly, if ever.

There was something undeniably comforting about being curled into somebody all night, though in truth she hadn't meant to stay at all. Too risky. Of course all she'd done in the last twelve hours or so was take risk after risk, possibly the biggest risk of all. However as she lay tucked into bed beside Tyb without a care in the world she was having a hard time regretting any of it. She felt pleasantly sore, but wholly content to stay exactly where she was inside their cozy little bubble.

That was until the bubble reached capacity and burst. Tyb's urgent whisper startled her, though in her sleep-induced haze, she was still moving slowly, not awake enough to realize why he was shaking her awake at who knew what hour.

What hour.

Oh no.

She was not supposed to still be here; she wasn't supposed to be here at all.

There would be no more reveling in the moment- which was ironically how she'd managed to accidentally fall asleep in the first place. Eyes wide, her alarm mirrored Tyb's. "What time is it?" She managed, voice still heavy with sleep though she was wide awake now. Now she really had to go, though the only progress she made was to sit up a little, hair loose and wild, chemise hanging off her shoulder. She eyed Tyb for a moment, the underlying emotions she was feeling a huge jumble, bubbling beneath the surface. Though now her departure was urgent, she was still having a hard time finding the will to leave. Thank Merlin it was Sunday at least. Worst case scenario she would have to figure out a way to explain why she'd missed breakfast, or wasn't in her room this morning, and not explaining why she was late to work.