Third-person POV
As soon as they stepped into Seraphina's bedroom, Seraphina didn't even hesitate; she rushed to her bed, flopping on it with a dramatic sigh and an exaggerated groan of exhaustion.
"I'm so tired," she mumbled, her voice muffled by the comforter she had buried her face in.
Electra raised an eyebrow at her theatrics, leaning against the doorframe. "Shouldn't you, I don't know, go into the bathroom first and take off that dress?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at the dress Seraphina still wore.
The fabric of the dress was wrinkled and smudged with dirt, clearly worse for wear after the night's events.
Seraphina turned her head just enough to glare playfully at Electra. "This is my bed, Electra," she retorted with a mock pout, rolling on her back. "If I want to lie on it in a dirty dress, that's my problem."
