Chapter 63: The Late Amberine and The Fire Spirit

Amberine woke with a start, the sunlight streaming through her window casting an irritating glow on her face. She squinted at the clock, her heart sinking as she realized she had overslept. "Damn it!" she muttered, throwing off her covers and scrambling to her feet.

"Nice of you to join the land of the living," Ignis commented from his perch on her bedside table, his fiery form flickering mischievously.

"Not now, Ignis," Amberine snapped, rushing to pull on her clothes. She struggled with her robe, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. Ignis floated closer, his fiery eyes watching her with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"You know, if you planned your mornings better, you wouldn't have to rush around like a headless chicken," Ignis remarked.

Amberine shot him a glare as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. "I don't need advice from a fire spirit who doesn't even have to sleep."