Peridot will stay put for that time, knowing she needs to be on hand to take over watch whenever Lambert has to leave. She doesn't mind, of course; the thought of going back to her trailer is too depressing to bear right now anyway, and the job of staying here feels even more important, knowing what she knows now.
While the hours pass, she makes sure to fill Lambert in on the details of the other fae encounter she had before the Elysium happened. She's not sure what the book that Frost and Nightshade were arguing over even was, but if Lambert is going to talk to the Scribe and the Curator, perhaps they might have some way of being able to tell?
Once the witcher takes his leave, Peridot takes up post nearby to where Childermass is sleeping. Exhaustion is quick to catch up with her, though, and it's easy for her to start journeying back into those dark places of anxiety about her friends in the long stretch of silence that follows the nightrider's departure. She lasts for all of 15 minutes before she caves and steals one of Lambert's blankets to make herself a nest in the unused window seat nearby.
Whenever the magician finally wakes up, she'll still be in that exact spot, zonked out on her back with a look of consternation on her sleeping face. Her limbs are ever so gracefully sprawling every which way, too, including having one foot up on the wall of the space the window seat is a part of, and her tail draped over the side of the bench so that it's trailing down onto the floor.
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While the hours pass, she makes sure to fill Lambert in on the details of the other fae encounter she had before the Elysium happened. She's not sure what the book that Frost and Nightshade were arguing over even was, but if Lambert is going to talk to the Scribe and the Curator, perhaps they might have some way of being able to tell?
Once the witcher takes his leave, Peridot takes up post nearby to where Childermass is sleeping. Exhaustion is quick to catch up with her, though, and it's easy for her to start journeying back into those dark places of anxiety about her friends in the long stretch of silence that follows the nightrider's departure. She lasts for all of 15 minutes before she caves and steals one of Lambert's blankets to make herself a nest in the unused window seat nearby.
Whenever the magician finally wakes up, she'll still be in that exact spot, zonked out on her back with a look of consternation on her sleeping face. Her limbs are ever so gracefully sprawling every which way, too, including having one foot up on the wall of the space the window seat is a part of, and her tail draped over the side of the bench so that it's trailing down onto the floor.