In the Fullness of Time 4 - 04

A break was clearly in order.

As a mere fraction of her many maid duties, it was without question that Sakuya would know her way around a needle and thread and even more expected of to always have a sewing kit in one of her many pockets.

However, such inane actions were usually done in a blink of an eye thanks to a pocket of compressed time so as not to waste any of it.

Something else was off.

Outside of allowing anyone to bear witness to her nimble finger work, everything else about her seemed to be even slower and more cumbersome than usual. A mastery of the marital arts has given Meiling a keen sense of timing changes down to mere milliseconds and the ever time conscious Sakuya was seeming to spend them like water.

Awash in her task, it was like she either ignored or was entirely unaware of the steady creaking of stressed wood and bending metal underneath her until it ultimately made itself known with a noisy snap.

Meiling acted on impulse.

Their eyes met.