[U] The Fort at Monte Christo

[Celipa]

Celipa's rear was nestled comfortably into the squishy seat of a red velvet chair, which in turn was pulled up to a crackling and warm fire. Her bandages (on her wounded stomach) had been newly changed and she was more than enjoying the High Rank accomodations she was recieving for her services.

But she knew there would be more life risking involved if she wanted to keep recieving these special privileges. More wounds, possibly worse than the one she wore on her stomach.

But for now, she sat comfortably in her red robe, nestled tightly in a blanket and sipping some hot tea. From behind, she heard footsteps approaching. The butler, probably.

A voice comfirmed her suspicions.

"More tea, Miss Celipa?"

The man in the tailcoat appeared in front of her, adjusting her foot stool to a more comfortable position.

Cel pondered a sec...did she want more tea? Yeah, she did.

"Yes please, more tea would be awesome," she concluded, handing the butler her near empty cup. "And another blanket too, if you'd be so kind."

Other than the butler, no one had intruded on her privacy on this room. There was a sign on the door that said:

DO NOT DISTURB!

After all, an injured soldier needed her privacy! Cel smiled warmly at the fire, and wiggled deeper into her large comforter.