Not much else happened that day. Kat went to bed, and Sylvie followed behind. Kat didn't really sleep that night. She wasn't tired and had way too much to think about. She sunk into a very slight meditative state while sitting up and hugging Sylvie who was more than happy to use Kat as a pillow instead, and Kat was able to abuse her demonic muscles to remain in place without twitching or feeling uncomfortable.
Her mind focused around the more immediate problems. Putting the question of what she was willing to die for on the back burner in favour of focusing on the question of if she wanted or even should tell Sylvie, and could never find a better solution then just asking the girl herself.
