The Keres is of the opinion that if this is going to go on much longer, as seems likely, they should find somewhere to sit. Or possibly lie.

There are quite a number of beds in this house.

She starts pulling the Keres to one.

Delightful.

She wakes first again the next morning, and gently disentangles herself to construct a breakfast.

Hisame snaps awake as soon as the Keres moves, but then stretches languidly and goes back to sleep.

She's at the breakfast table with a smug, lazy smile thirty minutes later.

She's not the only one.

"Good morning."

"A quite delightful one!"

Mmmm. Cute.

"And what adventure awaits us this day?"

"I was thinking we could explore - darktown was it? Though that might be best as a nighttime activity. It would also be sensible to investigate the viscount, or else one of the other leaders."

She'd dismissed her clone last night, too, having decided that the dwarf was being boring and that maintaining the clone was disrupting her sleep, so - "I can also be in multiple places today. I could make two clones to maintain all day, without significantly disrupting my own defensive abilities. I might set one on general disorder."

"Darktown at night is trivial. If it's still dark during the day, that would be worthy of note."

She laughs. "I could do that, but not as a permanent effect." 

"As could I. But I would like to see what the locals have done. And a trip to the viscount's also seems warranted."

"I will be horribly disappointed if the place is merely grimy." 

"I doubt it will be any less so than the other parts of the city."

"Well, as long as it's not worse."

"If it is, I doubt anyone would miss it much if we burned it down."

She laughs. "A sorely needed public service. We could bill ourselves as cleaners and pest control."

"Greetings, Viscount. We are the ones who have burned down half your city. Would you prefer to receive our bill yourself or shall we present it directly to the treasury?"

She almost falls out of her chair from laughing.

Cute.

"Perhaps after we've started the revolution. Wouldn't want to spook our mage friend."

"Of course."

"Darktown first, then?"

"As soon as you feel prepared to face the day, little kitten."

"Maybe a kiss, first, to wake me up."

A request she can oblige. But only a short one; it wouldn't do to spoil her.