[ Heroic Spirits don't need sleep: Lancer's been content to mull over things in Spiritual Form as Lien slept, to wander just outside of the apartment to stretch, and finally to lie on the living room couch just as the sun started to show over the horizon. He's pretty sure that his master doesn't expect him to have breakfast and a pot of tea ready when she wakes up, so he takes it upon himself to, yes, do nothing.
When he's called, he materializes while still nestled in the couch cushions, waving at her languidly, carefree as ever. ]
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When he's called, he materializes while still nestled in the couch cushions, waving at her languidly, carefree as ever. ]
Morning, little lady. How're you feeling?