When Skye and Tidas awoke the next morning, it was to Peggy rushing about in their room. Apparently she'd overslept for the first time in her life, or at least in Skye's.
Concerned for her surrogate mother, Skye ordered her to take a day of rest. Peggy had refused at first, but Skye told her that if she didn't take the day off now, it would be two starting tomorrow. She blustered at first, but knew it was a sign that she was getting sick.
"Have you ever even been sick?" Tidas had asked jokingly, but Peggy thought seriously on it.
"When was the last time? Me late twenties? Early thirties? ...I blame this stuffy-arse palace! Bloody breedin' ground for more nastiness than I care to comment on."
Skye snickered at her servant's extremely accurate barb as she dressed. Peggy had laid out a lavender-colored dress for her to wear to the final Mage Trials. It had a modest bust line for once, but the material was nice and light.
