As she hadn't anticipated Will's arrival, and it might seem strange if she dropped what she was doing to rush to his side, it was nearly noon when Sefira reached her bedchamber. For a largely nocturnal species, noon was the equivalent of Zoathaar's midnight. So, unless there was an emergency or circumstances requiring her direct oversight, they had a solid ten hours to chat, among other things.
Spotting Will in the process of checking the condition of Ailbhe's flight feathers after nearly four hours of grooming, Sefira briefly raised her right brow before making her way toward her bath with languid steps, her tone flat as she asked, "Are you enjoying treating my private chambers as your own...?"
