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Morning would find the pale haired girl as it often did, curled up into the tiniest of balls on her side with both arms and legs wrapped tightly around one of her many pillows. As peaceful as she might look and petite as she might be, the girl was stronger than she looked and the grip in which she fiercely hugged that pillow to her her person was vice-like. It could be assumed the same fate would meet any person who slithered to closely to her bed in the middle of the night. Really, were it not fer such a bone-crunching snuggle, the sight was pretty cute. She formed a small enough lump in such a tightly wound fetal position that one might actually mistake her for a child in the dark. It was one of her many child-like traits. A child who had never really grown up because she'd never really had the chance to be a child. Albeit, just as everyone else in this littler group of theirs, she had her fair shared of secrets, remained buried beneath the surface of such an innocent looking exterior. Along with the secrets came a past full of dark memories that often crept their way into her dreams. The same way she knew Charlotte's did from the soft whimpering that could often be heard from her corner of the room in the darkest hours of the night. Zylah often heard, a past full of the constant need to be on guard had taught her to be a rather light sleeper. So, either she had already been risen from a nightmare of her own or Charlotte's cries woke her. For the first few weeks she was never sure what to think of it. She often wondered if she should try to wake her or comfort her but was worried she might only make things worse. The scorpion could be hard to read, which often let the child-like Zylah unsure of what exactly she should do. At least when it came to these more serious situations. As she grew closer to Charlotte, the uncertainty grew into a strange desire to ease her friend's discomfort, if even a little. It was one of the many explainable feelings that had come to her after her stay at Beacon, as her friendships and bonds grew. It was just as unfamiliar as the rest. As she usually was, the tiny huntress was sneaky in her delivery. Sometimes she would simply walk over to the girl's bed and pull the covers back over her, but she was always gone before the faunus actually woke only to crawl quietly back into her own bed. It was different when Zylah's dreams slipped into nightmares. So long she had spent in her cage, stubbornly fighting back her pain and emotions, hiding her agony from her tormentors because she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her in tears. It was a habit that had not yet left her. The only signs of the girl's own nightmares was the sudden flickering of mismatched hues and the slight breathlessness that often beseeched her upon awakening. Sleep would not find her after such panic, internalized as it may be. The remainder of those nights would often be spent staring up at the ceiling, but it was always the same, always in silence.

Small as she may be, Zylah was like a little ball of fire. Team YAAZ's own personal furnace. Even on the coldest nights she refused to sleep in anything but her dainty silk shorts and tank tops. Even then the blankets often got kicked off of her at some point in the night. Either fallen to the abyss beneath her bed or draped haphazardly across her torso while her legs and arms remained free. It seemed there was something different about this morning. The windows revealed a dark, sky beyond, threatening rain, but this surely wasn't enough to account for the fact that not only had her normal covers managed to remain entirely over her body, but sometime in the middle of the night she had reached down to pull an extra one over her. Surely it would be an odd sight to any of the team, but she wouldn't be the only one feeling the odd chill in the room, seeming to emanate from Aaron himself. The boy seemed to be having a nightmare of his own, but Zylah was still lost to sleep herself. However her own dreams were full of bright fluorescent colors and a the soft salty scent of the see. In fact, she had dreamed that she was back at the beach, dipping her toes into the icy waters of the ocean. Perhaps the reason for such a dream was a combination of the cold room, the breeze howling past the windows, and the soft pitter patter of the rain, maybe it was just coincidence, but the soft smile upon full lips was complete indication that she was enjoying herself. Further and further she walked into the iridescent depths. No longer was there the fear of not knowing how to swim or the suffocating pain of the water squeezing the water squeezing the oxygen from her very lungs. She walked across the bottom of the golden sand as if she were wearing weighted boots and breathed in the salty water as if it were no different than the air above. Truly it wasn't any different than a stroll through the park, except it wasn't birds that were flying past her head but vibrantly painted fish and the trees were not green but vivid shades of pink, purple, and orange. Just as she had in what she had momentarily thought were going to be her dying moments,s he admired the beauty of the ocean floor rather than fearing the danger that awaited.

She would never learn how it was she was able to breathe under water or if there really was any danger waiting for her this time, for as soft as it was, Aaron's voice would give way into her dreams. "Hnngh?" A sleepy mumble would pass through her lips as she released the pillow from her death grip and rolled onto her back, stretched her arms out above her head. letting out a soft yawn she would slowly rub the sleep from her eyes, vision slightly blurred as her one seeing eye worked to adjust to the light. After a moment she would finally turn her gaze to lock onto Aaron, blinking several times as if she were only now trying to process what he had said. It wasn't until he got up and walked over to the thermostat that it finally clicked. "OH!" She would exclaim, eyes widening as she suddenly sat bolt upright. "IT WASN'T ME THIS TIME! I SWEAR!" She blurted out, much too loudly for the early hours of the morning as she tried to look innocent, adjusting the strap of her tank top that had slipped off her pale shoulder. In all actuality, it wouldn't be the first time Zylah had been guilty of such a thing. After all, she practically radiated heat and often woke up hot, despite her minimalistic choice of PJ's. Only once he had confirmed the temperature hadn't been altered would the girl seem to relax, dramatically so as she flopped back onto her bed. "Seeee! I told you!" It didn't explain the chilliness of the room, but that seemed to be the last of her worries. She was more concerned about getting lectured once more about how you had to be a certain height to adjust the thermostat because otherwise the rest of her team would freeze... and she would probably break something. Well, they weren't wrong. Time and time Zylah had proven a rather impressive talent for accidental destruction rather in excitement, confusion, or the simple determination to get what she wanted. It was a good thing Felix was so durable, otherwise he might not be able to keep up with her. Speaking of, her hand would fly to her bedside table in sync with the thought, fumbling around for a moment before tiny fingers curled around her scroll. Unlocking it she would hold it above her head, doing her darnedest not to drop it on her face... which had happened from time to time. She was slightly surprised to see that she hadn't yet received a message from Felix, but just assumed she had beaten him awake for once. 'Good morning, magic man~ I'll see you for breakfast.' She would type the message quickly, sticking to her usual nickname for him, before tossing the scroll into the mess of pillows on her bed and turning her cerulean gaze upwards towards the ceiling. It was only then that she would realize that the temperature wasn't the only thing amiss in the room. "Am I still sleeping...?" She would mumble softly to herself, tilting her head slightly to one side as she stared at such an oddity.

Her question would be answered by Charlotte's screaming that was soon to follow, it was just as effective as a pinch. "Nope, not dreaming!" She would answer, sitting up so quickly one might get dizzy watching her. Leaping from her bed she would run to the center of the room, coming to stand below Charlotte and craning her neck to stare up at her teammate. "Charlotte! How did you get up there? How are you doing that? Are you magic too?" The questions would flood out of her math, bumbling over each other like an over excited child. clearly she hadn't quite managed to process Charlotte's panic. "Can you show me how? That looks like so much fun!" At this point the tiny huntress was practically bouncing up and down with a giddy excitement. Only when Charlotte mentioned that she was hungry would the expression falter from her face, but only for a moment. Rummaging in the pocket of her crimson shorts, she would pull out a few wrapped pieces of candy. Leave it to Zylah to have sweets on her person this early in the morning. "HERE! Have these!" She would shot happily before giggling softly as she began tossing the candies up towards the scorpion stuck on the ceiling. Clearly she wasn't the ideal person to handle the situation, but she meant well. If Charlotte failed to catch the candy, she would proceed to run after them as the rolled along the floor before picking them up between her fingers and tossing them once more. "You just have to catch! They're really good. I promise!" Zylah was having too much fun with this, more than anyone really should be and all of the excitement had distracted her from the fact that she do had somehow been switched and mixed in the middle of the night.