There had been a little more than a slight commotion in Halo's room. Clothes were piled and hurled across the enclosure. The few books and magazines he'd stowed in his quarters were splayed across the back of chairs and on the top of the desk. Long strands of hair were settled in a neat pile near the door, bundled by a piece of string. Their pale lavender tinge gave away their owner immediately, but the little prodding to the back of the young man himself was all that was necessary to confirm her.
"Ah. Avake now, are ve?"
That light and airy voice chimed, seated at the very end of the bed. Siana peered over Halo with an expression of both amusement and distant contemplation. In her hands was another of his fine tomes, to which she closed with a hearty thump. The woman had on one of his darker gray jackets, which had apparently been... reassembled with other parts of his wardrobe to suit her needs. The long and slinky dress she'd once worn had been lobbed off up beyond her knees.
"Vell, I must say... For my savior you sleep like zhe dead." She chuckled, peering over him with her elusive...rose tinted eyes... Her hair had in fact been chopped off at little than half its prior length and done up in a loose pony tail.