Room 223, Monday Morning

Natalie had taken care of Ada last night. It was only fair, both for Sam having looked after her most of the previous dayy, and for how upset he'd been over having upset the girl – even if that was something natalie privately found an overreaction on both their parts. She could live with a night with the girl, all the same.

And then Lilith had shown up in the evening, complaining about the lack of reading material (not related to wars in France, anyway) in her father's room. Natalie had given her a thick novel far above a 10-year-old's reading level, and she had been sated, until bedtime. It had been a struggle, fitting all three of them in one bed, and Natalie had spent a large part of the night awake, one girl cuddled up against one side, one on the other. Both were early risers, though, and she was glad for that.

Breakfast would be on the itinerary soon, but for now, things were quiet. Ada was colouring in a volume of manga Natalie didn't particularly like, while humming songs Natalie didn't recognize, though Lilith seemed to. The older girl was reading again, though occasionally she looked up, as if simply to observe yet another of her fake sisters.

And Natalie was watching them both, pretending to read a magazine.

[ooc: Door closed, post open both to those within and those outside!]