Piper wasn't having much better luck at sleeping. She'd managed to leave the house with Charles' and Lena's help, and a few more times since then, but that didn't mean she didn't have nightmares about that night.
Her blanket was tangled around her legs when she woke up, and she pulled it off as she sat up, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. Way too early to be awake, and pitch-dark to boot. She sighed and pushed her tangled hair out of her face, twisting it up into a loose bun.
She really wanted some tea, the temperature be damned. She pulled on a light robe over her cami and shorts, and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. She saw Charles' light was on, and made a mental note to make some for him too.
The ritual of making the tea helped calm her down, and by the time she was gathering up the mugs, she felt a bit better. She retraced her steps down the hallway, knocking softly on Charles' door. "Charles?" she called softly. "You awake? I have tea."