She seems pretty deeply asleep, in fact.

Oh good. Sable gets out of bed, since there is still plenty of daylight left, and goes to get all her freshly-chopped cherry logs. It's time for a perilous staircase to die. RIP to whichever long-dead villager designed this thing, sucks to suck. She puts it all in a chest at the bottom, then fills her inventory with stair blocks and planks, and starts tearing it apart from the top. As she goes, she replaces it with a new wooden staircase. The shaft is five meters by five meters, with a central stone brick pillar, so she builds each flight of stairs three by two, with a one-by-five landing at each end, and an additional block of cherry planks in between the flights connecting each landing to the central shaft. A torch hanging from the central pillar illuminates each landing. She gets a vibration from the quest book on her way down, but ignores it in favor of finishing the job.

When it's all said and done, she looks upon her work proudly, packs away all the wood in the main bedroom, and strips off her clothes to fall into bed alongside her girlfriend.

And time skips again to the next morning. 

Hazel rocks on her feet in her dress and makes a muzzly noise.

Sable manages to boot up reasonably quickly this time, and wraps her arms snugly around Hazel before she even gets out of muzzy-noises-mode.

Hazel hugs her instinctively, and then finally boots up and squeezes firmly. 

"G'morning lovely creature." 

"Pot, kettle, cutie." She squeezes tighter, smiling and blushing a bit.

"For once, some real sleep. I know we probably don't strictly need it anymore but it was still cozy." 

She pries herself off sable. "Did you do anything while I was out?"

Sable grins playfully. "Oh, maybe a little."

Hazel giggles. "Alright then, show me, you charmer."

Sable excitedly leads Hazel out into the main hallway, where the staircase looks very different.

"It's lovely! And ever so much safer. My girlfriend has taken vengeance on my killer." 

She giggles and kisses Sable's cheek.

She blushes and squeezes Hazel tight. "With pleasure. Perhaps it's not quite as romantic as killing a whole infectious disease, but it's what I had available to slay in your honor."

"This might not be, like, the best thing for me to say, but... don't worry, I'm sure you'll get another chance eventually." Hazel stagewhispers.

They feel complicated about that.

And Sable hugs Hazel so tight.

"Yeah, probably. I'll kill that one just as dead too."

"My Sable, yandere killer of all my murderers."

"Sorry, being flippant... helps me take it less seriously. It's scary to realize that back on earth there are people who just have a bad fall like that or some other damn stupid random thing and then blip, that's it, they're gone. Being confronted with my own mortality is kind of a habit with me and it's always... an interesting mood."

"... could you please distract me? I want to see what you did with the animals, for one thing."

She kisses Hazel's forehead and nods. "Yeah, that's valid. Being flippant is great, honestly. I'm just going to be protective for a while about it regardless. Jokes help us too, though."

She takes her girlfriend's hand and leads the way upstairs.

Hazel follows up the new staircase, a warm smile on her face. 

It's good to see her world repaired a little. It makes her feel safer. 

Making her feel safer and better is the most important thing.

At the top, up the hill, is a large pen with four long sections. In the approximate middle of each section, far enough away from the fences that they can't be used as step-stools, each pen has a trough. One of the pens is empty, awaiting future horses, while the other three have cows, sheep, and pigs.

"Ta-da!"

"Aww, it's lovely." 

Hazel wanders over towards the sheep and has a look at them. The sheep look back. 

"... I have to say, these animals do seem about as dumb as mussels. I'm not too broken up about eating them."