Pearl doesn’t sleep easily after exploration. Not ever. She can still feel the battle in her muscles, and when she closes her eyes the closest calls dance behind them. She doesn’t call attention to it. No need. She’s fine, just reading, headphones on. Her eyes dart to her phone and journal every few moments, but she’s not really expecting anything. Everyone’s likely asleep, but sometimes they aren’t. If they aren’t, she wants to be there.

What she isn’t expecting comes in the form of a soft knock in a break between songs. Pearl tilts her head towards it and remembers there are (probably) other people actually sleeping here. She untangles long limbs from their blankets, and pads her way to the door. She opens it and lights up immediately. It’s maybe just a reflection from the small, fluorescent being gracing her doorstep.

“Oh hi,” Pearl says as quietly as she can, closing the door behind her. She doesn’t think it’s locked. She’s mostly wondering if Ces’s wealth of knowledge now includes psychic awareness. She wouldn’t be at all surprised. “I didn’t even order...” she surveys the offering with a tilted head, “midnight flowers??”