Smaller Than Expected [Liltotto/Helle]

Ah……… Zzz……..

Huh? What? Shit. Eyes opened, blinded by a too bright room. Eyes closed, brain recognizing the fact that it was far from awake. Body groggy, yep. How long though? How long was she out? A resounding groan broke free from her wet mouth, her hand moving to wipe away at the drool that had dribbled down her chin. Oh. Her paper has a nice wet dot on it. That’s no good. She’ll have to make a new copy. What stirred her from that blissfully painful nap however? Wiping at her eyes, their adjustment to the room’s light progressing slowly, her ears picked up on a voice at her door. Well, someone must have knocked then, and that same person is asking for permission to enter. Oh… God… Why? They’re just entering on their own.

She rubbed at her face and tidied up her hair as quickly as possible. Though, that did not save her from the loose ends that swayed with her erratic movement. Then, she quickly moved her papers under a book to hide their wetness and took a deep breath in preparation for what’s to come. Hopefully, this is not an important meeting that was scheduled or anything. For the life of her, she has no idea what is even going on right now. Sleeping on the job? How disgraceful.

“Um… Ma’am? A moment? Ah. Yes. Yes.”

Who is this again? Short, blonde, somehow giving her a headache already… She can’t quite find a name to match the face, but she’ll just blame all of her grievances on her groggy mind. For now, she should focus on appearing like the superior she is.

Liltotto. Liltotto.That name is familiar, but Helle’s not in the best shape to be remembering every last individual that joins the Sternritter. There’s always a constant flood of people trying to be a part of the Vandenreich. If anything, the small form of Liltotto proved helpful in trying to figure out who the small woman is. There isn’t an abundance of short people joining at least.

“Tired. I should have had them stop anyone from bothering me.”

Her voice, quiet and sore, she began to organize her desk further, putting finished papers in one stack and unfinished papers in another. Her emerald eyes dulled, she seemed a complete mess. When was the last time she had a sufficient rest? Has she even eaten at all in the last 24 hours? Liltotto became an afterthought soon enough, a silence falling over the room as Helle continued to organize her workspace.

“Thank you for stating the obvious. Recent events have cause for attention. There’s no time for rest at the moment.”

Even with that said, she was sleeping, haggard by lack of rest. She is already sick, and her sickness finds itself sourced by multiple reasons. She didn’t bother giving it much thought because she doesn’t want to. All she needs to do is finish all the work before her, and then, take more work. With that thought, she actually put down her papers and looked at Liltotto, focusing her attention on the small woman. Things are a bit blurry for her, but she’ll make do.

“What brings you here? My memories are returning, and I am certain you only joined but a few days ago. Is there an issue that requires my attention?”

How many times has she been forced to suffer through meeting her subordinates for the first time? She has no qualms with them wanting to understand their superior better, but the frequency of it has started to prove a bit tiring. Lately, it has been nothing but greet and meets and business. It has proven difficult to even prepare lunch for Cyrus. She definitely could go without someone pointing out her lack of personal hygiene or care. Rest is for those that get their work done, and until then, she has to continue forward. However, the fact she was caught sleeping is enough of a problem that she didn’t bother trying to argue with Liltotto. Instead, she just watched lazily as the other left and returned with little time in between.

“What is this?”

Her voice came out soft and haggard, but she did sit up just a bit once her eyes gazed upon the sandwiches placed before her. Her eyes, against her own will, seemed to gain a bit of color, but she kept as much of a proper air about her as she could. Honestly, if not for how tired she is, her stomach probably would have gurgled its desire for nutrition. It would be folly to not accept the charity, so she did reach for a sandwich.

“...Thank you, Liltotto, was it? I am sure I remember reading your profile, but excuse me for my inability to train my thoughts. Things have been… busy.”

An understatement.

“I can handle myself. It is just paperwork. It will come my way whether today or tomorrow, so I shall handle it all as quickly as I can.”

However, something like that does the opposite, for finishing a group of paperwork only leaves room for more paperwork. The Reich is growing at such a steady rate that her work may never end. Yet, as she runs through more paperwork after finishing her sandwich, it seems she has little care for that fact. The blurred lines are hard to read though. She’s forced to squint just to make out what’s in front of her, and, in a fit, she simply gives up and slammed her hands down.

In her slight bout with anger, the area around her lit up as the window behind her seat cracked by the sudden exertion of her will over Reishi. It’s so much, too much even. It is her duty to deal with it, not anyone else's. With a deep sigh, she gave up her displeasure for a more rugged grumble and sat back in her seat.

“Tell me, Liltotto. Why are you here?”

A vague question for a bare situation. Helle’s eyes narrowed, moving to the small woman, obviously in a mood. She doesn’t seem all too focused, but it is best to simply give Liltotto the conversation she came for and not just be pissy. Though, it’s probably hard to tell what exactly Helle is asking for.