Adelina was a light sleeper. It was a survival mechanism of sorts. So when she heard the approaching movement outside the threshold of her space, it was the sudden pang of anxiety that woke her. She pushed herself upright on unsteady paws, rapidly blinking the sleep from her eyes as the numbing sensation of unconsciousness faded away. It was then she heard the familiar tone of Sirius' voice, and she began to remember what had become of her.
Straightening up, she made her way to the door to open it. The sleep was still not gone from her silver gaze, but she was ready for whatever the Warlord had in mind. On the other side of the door, she was met with an individual who had been seemingly awake for some time now. It left her with the sinking feeling that maybe she had missed something. "Good morning, Sir." She greeted him softly, looking off to the side in a force of habit.
