Fait Accompli: An Unwilling Tutelage

[Seperallis]

Nevina's trademark sigh accompanied her formerly hypnotic finger as it came to rest upon her lap. Though elves were known for not being nearly so beholden to a full night's rest, she visibly struggled to maintain concentration through the dissociative haze of exhaustion brought on by several successive days of continuous exertion, her eyes widening as much in response to the question as it was to ground her mind in the present moment.

"Physically, you seem well; in need of a good meal, but well. Though otherwise, who's to really know, Elke!" The elf's voice concluded an airy crescendo into a raspy screech as her hands shot forth to squeeze around the girl's neck. "I'm still heeere, Elkeee! Hehee!"