...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.
She fell asleep quickly.
"Poor Setsuna-Chan...I don't know what happened at Kyoto, but she's so exhausted." Sayo sighed, watching the sleeping Setsuna.
Sayo took great care of the students of 3-A. Being a ghost, she rarely if ever got any actual interaction with any of the students that have passed through her classroom in the past sixty years. So she tended to look over them like a guardian angel and she was often rewarded with subconscious acknowledgements from the students. While a sleepy smile or a happy sigh in her direction didn't seem like much, it meant a lot to her.
Sayo stepped over to Setsuna's bed and touched Setsuna's hand. She wasn't often very good with solidifying herself, but she could move ...