"You too!" she replies, before turning her attention inwards.
She looks at her subjective and objective time clocks, and sets her forb to gently time compress her simulation so that she can stay awake for four more hours, get nine hours of sleep, and then awake synced to the local day/night cycle.
She reads more children's books, eats a large simulated dinner, spends a long time journaling about her day so she won't forget anything important, and then falls asleep curled around a big pillow patterned in her chosen colors.
As she sleeps, her forb continues pulling down the library's index. Over the course of the night, the deepest cracks and fissures in her crystal become almost imperceptibly shallower as it continues repairing itself.
In her simulated space, Weeping Cherry is woken by the light of a simulated sun rising in sync with the real one outside. She buries her face in pillows and ignores the call for another hour or so, before finally giving in and getting up with a stretch. A few thoughts directed at her forb see the pillows and blankets cleared away and her teeth brushed. She brushes and braids her hair by hand, and then summons cottage cheese on sourdough toast for breakfast.
Munching her toast, she turns her attention to the outside world. Does anyone else appear to be up?