...na lived in her own dorm alone. She would've preferred to have Konoka in her dorm for better protection, but the principal thought it was unnecessary.
Konoka was home safe in her dorm room and Setsuna could finally relax. She, while usually stoic and fairly cold outside, was a normal girl in her dorm. She set her Nodachi carefully in it's stand on her desk. She pressed her hands together and bowed to the sword, saying a small Japanese prayer. The weapon was an artifact from her lineage and she cared very much for it. Not so much as to put it above her own life or, god forbid, Konoka-San's life or even harm.
She let down her hair and dropped her skirt. It was such a wonderful time of day, Konoka was safe, classes were over and she could relax. While she lived for protecting Konoka and ensuring her complete protection, Setsuna was really a young woman and it was hard for her to keep it up all day, every day, without break.
Setsuna carefully undid her shirt and dropped her dirty clothes into the hamper. Pulling her blankets to the foot of the bed, she smiled tiredly. She fell into bed without pause. It was past nine and she was still tired from the events in Kyoto only two days past.