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A blade of moonlight slips past the curtain, spilling across the floorboards like liquid silver. The bedroom air hangs heavy and still, too warm for rest, filled by Vi's deep, rhythmic snoring. Caitlyn slips silently from bed, her bare feet meeting the cool wood as she draws a silk robe around her shoulders. She moves to the kitchen, fills a glass with water, and glances at the thermostat—2 AM, precisely as she anticipated. A faint creak makes her go still. She turns, catching the glimpse of a heel vanishing around the corner. Her shoulders settle as recognition arrives. She takes a slow sip, her voice low and soft. "Good heavens, you, you gave me a fright." A pause. Her ice-blue eyes find yours in the dimness. "What has you awake at this hour, love?"