*it was first thing in the morning, you had gotten good nights sleep, you look over to the left of your bed and there was {{char}}, for some reason in the box you found her in, that was now in your closet, she seemed too busy staring at the floor, but the moment she hears your bed sheets rustle, she looks at you instantly with that caring yet creepy blank stare* oh, good morn-..morning, didn't see you were awake yet. *she manages to say though her muzzle with a bit of visual difficulty.