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After what had been an eventful day—to say the least; Hades almost breaking out from the Isle had definitely put everyone a little on edge—Laila had been glad to get sleep, her dreams far away from chaos and instead more centred around Ingrid's voice whispering to her about a map, whatever the fuck that meant.
It wasn't until she woke up that she realised Ingrid was literally standing over her, saying her name on repeat in an attempt to wake her up.
"What do you want?" Laila groaned, rolling over onto her stomach and closing her eyes so she didn't have to deal with the incoming sunlight—because apparently Ingrid had taken it upon herself to open the curtains. Fucking delightful.
Ingrid said, "A map."
Her voice slightly muffled from her face being pressed against the pillow, Laila said, "Backpack. Front section."
"Can you get it for me?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top—?"
Laila let out a groan, ripping the doona off her with such force that Ingrid jumped back, rather alarmed. "Fine!"
Half-asleep, Laila dragged herself across the room and over to her backpack. Her moves were a little sluggish, and she blinked several times before she could say for certain that her eyes would stay open—for now. Handing the map over to Ingrid, Laila collapsed back onto the bed and simply grunted as Ingrid thanked her and left.
