Nita's a little late in reboarding - there were some matters she'd wanted to check into, doors she'd wanted to make sure were closed, so to speak - but she has enough energy left for a patrol before crashing into bed herself.

And it's a good thing, too, much as finding the sleeping goddess leaves Nita with a dilemma: try to move (levitate?) her back to her room, or just move her to a corner and hope no one trips over her?

... Maybe she should just ask.

"Persephone," Nita whispers, crouching down to shake her friend's shoulder lightly.

"I don't mind you sleeping in the grass, but you could get tripped over if you sleep here!"

Maybe it's her own lack of sleep, but the humor of the situation hits her enough to leave her giggling after she speaks.