"Why is she here?" Cecilia asked, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she eyed Clara. The girl was currently swaying on her feet, eyelids drooping as though gravity had decided they made excellent weights.
Charlotte's lips quirked into an amused smile. "Her mother sent this sleephead to me for some much-needed discipline," she explained, tugging absently at one of her circuit-threaded sleeves. "Apparently, she couldn't handle her anymore with all the diplomatic work piling up since the vampire crisis began."
As if on cue, Clara's knees buckled. Instead of crashing to the floor, she gently descended onto a shimmering, translucent pillow that materialized beneath her. The pillow hovered a perfect eighteen inches off the ground, sustained by her Mind aspect Gift even as consciousness slipped away from her.
Cecilia blinked, then turned to Charlotte with an expression that clearly asked, Are you serious?
