The next day, Tilan woke from her sleep to find it already half-past nine.
She glanced at the time, curled up in her blankets, moving slightly, still quite missing the warmth and comfort of her bed, not really wanting to get up.
But it felt late already, and it would soon be 10 a.m. If someone else asked, this new Songstress still lazing in bed at this hour would seem embarrassing. After thinking it over, she still reluctantly got up and sat on the bed, first checking her personal terminal and saw that Acacia had sent her a message at 7 a.m.
[This is the breakfast location, you can go there to eat.]
An accompanying map point followed, about three hundred meters from where she was staying.
Now, replying might give the impression that she had just gotten up, but oh well, it was already like this—just being a little lazy, probably not a major issue.
The girl sent a reply [Okay, got it, I'll go in a while, thanks.]