Raizen kept his voice low, instinctively gentle. "Morning, Blanket Blob."
Saffi blinked once.
Then, without a word, she retreated under the blanket like she got spotted by a predator.
Raizen stared at the blanket for a second, then let out a quiet breath that almost turned into a laugh. "That blanket's holding you hostage or what?"
The blob didn't move.
Raizen's mouth curved. He returned to his slate.
Two seconds later, the blanket exploded.
Saffi popped out as if she took his comment personally, threw the blanket back, quickly straightened her shirt, fixed her hair with both hands in one aggressive motion, and stood up like she suddenly remembered she had standards.
Raizen looked up. "Oh. The blanket has set you free."
"I was always free" Saffi mumbled, still adjusting her sleeves, voice a little rough from sleep. "I was just… Uh, strategically unconscious."
Raizen nodded seriously. "Understood."
