#remipatche

Patchouli blinks, glancing at the cup, and then stares blearily at Remilia. "Isn't that yours?"

"Yours now," says Remilia, gently pressing the cup into Patchouli's hands, carefully wrapping the girl's fingers around the handle to make she that she has a steady grip on it.

The girl blinks. "Thanks, I guess." She glances up at Remilia. "What are you up at this time of night, Remi, anyway? Reading? Going for a walk?"

Remilia yawns, covering her mouth. "Actually, I was going to take a nap." She glances at Patchouli. "Wanna try sleeping in my bed? Maybe a change of scenery will help."

Patchouli is slowly and carefully sipping from the cup of warm milk that Remilia gave her. "Hmm," she says, making a non-committal sound.

Remilia takes Patchouli's hand and starts dragging her along the hallway. "C'mon. You can leave after if you want."

Patchouli doesn't say anything in response, but after a brief moment of hesitation, she gives in and willingly follows after Remilia.

"You can leave the cup on that table, by the way," says Remilia. "Sakuya or someone can pick it up later."

Patchouli does exactly that.

Remilia dives onto her giant bed, letting out an "oomf" sound as she flops onto the mattress.

Patchouli, the more refined one, patiently walks around the foot of the bed towards Remilia's right. She very delicately sits down on the side of the bed, carefully taking off her slippers before swinging her legs onto the bed.

Remilia rolls over to her left. She leans over to the bedside table and blows out the candle, plunging the room into darkness. The only remaining source of light is from outside the window, where there's a small bit of ambient moonlight. Remilia's night vision is pretty good though, so she can still see Patchouli to her right as the girl lifts up the covers and crawls underneath.

Remilia rolls over and shuffles closer to Patchouli. She then wraps her arms around Patchouli, hugging her and bringing her close.

Patchouli tenses for a moment, as if surprised by the sudden physical contact. Then, the girl relaxes again. "Sorry about this," she murmurs.

Remilia kisses the girl on the forehead. "Don't sweat it. Nighty night, Pache."

"Mm."

It seems like Patchouli is still a bit restless. The girl tosses and turns and readjusts her position in Remilia's arms a few times.

But finally, she eventually settles into a position with her head resting against Remilia's chest. Her breathing gradually evens out, and soon she's fast asleep.

Remilia smiles. Pache fell asleep pretty quickly. She must have been quite tired. Maybe the warm milk helped. That's good.