Wendy woke up and found that after a whole night, the rain had finally stopped.
She yawned and got out of the bed. The moment she pushed open the window, the sweet fragrance of wet soil swarmed into the room. After the rainfall, the garden was a bright shade of green and she could see droplets of water falling from the olive leaves near the window. The morning's gentle sunshine shone on the wet grass reflecting gleams of light.
A new day had begun.
After putting on her undergarments and coat, she went back to the bedside and patted Nightingale's cheeks, saying, "Time to get up."
Nightingale gave an obscure snort, and buried her face in the pillow.
Only in times like this, would she expose herself defenselessly, instead of hiding in the Mist. Wendy smiled and shook her head. "Then I'll go eat breakfast first."
Nightingale's ears moved slightly, like unconscious trembles, but Wendy knew she had heard.
