As much as she had hoped shed be dreaming less the second time she fell asleep it turned out that she had dreamed even more. Less sad, less frightening, but her mind had been touched by psychic forces which seemed to be awakening further the mental illness that she was stricken with. It was so that when she finally did awake she felt as if she were too tired to really be the one in control so easily she allowed another into the pilot seat.
This one spoke nothing but French.
"Quelle heure est-il? Le soleil est encore inscrit??"
She slowly sat up, rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her long, black hair. Then she glanced over at Scott, then past him to Kurt. Her expression was one of sudden curiosity.
With a small smile she made a move to crawl over scott, pausing to let her lips press against the corner of his mouth just before she slipped off the bed entirely.