First night in the Institute, and Kayle was not happy.
For some reason, she expected that she would be treated a lot more better, for someone her rank. Not to mention that it was evident that she had traveled for long, and with that, she expected them to at least consider her fatigue; she did not expect them to just dump her in the nearest empty room with a bed they could find, with the only instruction being "Sleep, wake up, live, then wait for a match. As simple as that."
Heck, once her papers were finalized and her position in the Tribunal were secured, she's going to find that summoner and suspend him for terrible behavior. But fresh in the pact, she's already having second thoughts on being rude to these hooded figures, and she sighs, feeling every thread out of her scarf. Although her position in the tribunal would give her a perk or two, she's still under a pact, and Kayle already wishes that the hype about her will be done with quickly.
The room felt strangling, the paint over it as if it will come to life and eat her whole. The lamp, not lit by candles or fire, but magic, felt as if it will burn her. The suit of armor laid for her in a frame seemed like a foreign person was wearing it, and she felt as if it will come for her heart as soon as she closes her eyes. For a moment, the suit of armor seemed to move on its own to her direction and Kayle quickly grabs the scarf around her neck and throws it to the armor's direction. The article of clothing slowly drapes on the golden surface and slips to the ground.
No, Kayle. You're over-thinking.
She breathes in, and out, and in, and out. Suddenly, the thoughts stopped. The suit of armor froze and returned to its frame. She feels relaxed, although the toasty feeling under her clothes still remains. She did not want to remove that, anyway, but she would be welcome on taking off her trench coat, at the very least. She folded it neatly and places it on her nightstand along with the scarf she had previously thrown away. She'd rather burn herself than remove the only thing that keeps her sane and awake to reality.
It... it hurts.
Even though her fatigue seems to have kept her from sleeping well, still, she falls asleep soon after, with the summoner's word's still in her head. em"Sleep, wake up, and live. That's all you need to do."
And that's what she will do.