Vex slept as if nothing in the world could reach her.
She was lying on Strax's lap, wrapped in a thick blanket one of the maids had brought shortly after dinner. Her blue hair spread over his arm, one small hand loosely holding the fabric of her father's shirt, and her peaceful breathing made her chest rise and fall in a soft rhythm. After training, running to tell Mercedes every detail about the ice drop, trying to recreate the tiny point three more times without permission, and eating more sweets than she should have, exhaustion had finally won.
