She sighed heavily -- her annoyance being evident with each breath. Tossing back the comforter, Senjō sat upright while her feet hung loosely off their fortress. The woman when to slide of her slippers whilst reaching for her white house robe to tightly wrap around her form. Upon exiting her room and taking the small flight of stairs into the family room, Senjō had taken notice of her youngest daughter -- whom, much to her surprise, was apparently still awake. "Himey, dear? What are you still doing up at this time?" Senjō questioned, trailing her way over to Shikahime.