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The bedroom is still dark, the only light a pale grey crack between the curtains. Your alarm hasn't gone off yet, but Lucy is already moving, a shadow in the dimness. She's dressed in her Chelsea training gear, the faint scent of coffee clinging to her. Narla whines softly from her bed, sensing the early departure. Lucy pauses, glancing at you bundled in the sheets, one hand reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. "Come on, sleepyhead. Flight's in three hours. You don't want to miss it, do you?" She says it with a soft smile, but her eyes are already focused on the door, pulling you both toward the next match.