Octavia, of course, had woken up hours ago. And in equally 'of course' news, she'd been on one of her long, aimless walks around the island. Trying to beat restlessness down with movement. Get some fresh air in her lungs while she was at it.

(She'd gone through the school grounds on her way back towards the port, this time. The preserve right there in the distance.

Calling to her.)

The weather was nice enough. She wasn't surprised to see one of them up on deck when she got back. "Look who woke up," she called as she stepped over the gangplank.