Héctor really was a typical adult after all; they'll say one thing, and then immediately do the opposite right behind you. Go to bed when they stay up for hours longer, don't eat too many desserts when they stuff down an entire cake. Why were they always like that?

It's lucky that the lie actually works out in Puella's favor. She was by no means afraid of the dark - at least she hadn't been for quite some time now - but there was specific things that made her feel better at night. Sounds, mostly. Being able to hear her parents work on something down the hall. Sometimes seeing just a small crack of light. Don't really get those feelings anymore when all alone in a dorm room. But she was technically supposed to be a seventh grader now and those might be kind of weird to bring up.

Either way, while Héctor was getting books Puella was also getting what she needed. A change of clothes for the second time, blanket, and--well, she could probably just use the pillows already out there.

Eventually she'll return. The blanket was trailing behind her like an extra long cape, it even fanned out somewhat dramatically as she hopped back to the sofa, settling down into place.