Thunder rolled outside.
Syura frowned, as an another round of terrified whimpers came from under the sheets of QP's bed. She could hardly see anything, since the circuit breaker was tripped at the start of the rather sudden thunderstorm, and she wasn't keen on trying to flip it back on blind.
With a weary sign she stumbled about towards QP's wardrobe. She had candles stored in it, and therefore light – for God knows what reason.
Or at least Syura hoped QP did.
Hopefully it would help coax her roommate out of the bed, or at least help with restoring power.