She was awake as Lady Amaterasu's blush first touched the sky, through the vent in the roof of the yurt the sky is a flat pale silver without enough light to even give the underside of the clouds texture. She stretched her legs, trying not to disturb the sleeping Imperial. Slipping out of his arms, she goes to the firepot and restarts the fire there, gently coaxing the flames to life and putting the grille on top of the pot.
The kettle was still full of water, she'd filled it before leaving for the funeral the previous day, to be able to make tea after she returned. But they hadn't made tea. She was grateful for that, she wouldn't have to dress and fetch water. She put the kettle on to heat and began laying out the tea set and two cups.