The next morning, Eleven awoke to the bright sunlight peeking through her pale curtains, casting a warm glow upon her modest chamber. She gazed up at the intricately painted ceiling before climbing down from her bed. After cleansing her mouth and indulging in a refreshing bath, she emerged to don a beautiful brown dress adorned with delicate laces at the front, flaring gracefully down to her ankles. With a gentle application of peach-scented cream and a dusting of powder, she prepared to leave her room.
Just as she was about to turn right and descend the staircase to assist in the kitchen, she recalled Zeiss's words about running his bath. With a determined nod, she turned left and made her way to his room. Thankfully, both their chambers were situated on the second floor.
