"Lady Elua, I have a question."
The second servant's voice came from the nearby bench, low and careful. Spoken at a volume meant to not wake a sleeping little girl, even if the conversations around them were already much louder than her. Back straight and knees together, the surface of her lap had become a headrest for Onya… until she folded herself more like a cat laying entirely across her former nursemaid.
While El tended to rest in wild positions when fully comfortable, her sister was actually the opposite. She only sought out this configuration in her sleep because nodding off without her well used Ogre doll - packed away in the rucksack - left her seeking it instinctively and settling when it could not be grabbed for. At least if her hair was stroked the right way.
"Should the two of us take a different room in the car instead? I think she will want to rest for a long while more."
