[ Perhaps it starts as a hard tug on your hair, or your shoelaces getting untied. A sleeve getting cut off? An accessory stolen? Any and all of the above, the maid is there watching the (mostly) harmless prank be pulled by your shadow. She lets out a quiet tsk sound, raising a hand to shield whatever part of you is being terrorized. ]

Now, that is no way to treat someone.

[ Briefly, she'll meet your eyes with a kind smile, before looking back to the offending shadow. ]

Shall we go over our manners?

[ She speaks to your shadow the way one would talk to a young child who is acting out — gently, but firmly. In her mind, these shadows are something like restless spirits... bored, and longing for attention. They don't deserve derision, at least not yet.. Perhaps all they need is for someone to talk to them. It's why she makes no further effort to stop the prank — will your shadow keep acting out? Switch targets instead? ✨WYD??✨ ]

[ As the week progresses, it becomes more and more obvious that reuniting people with their shadows is to everyone's benefit. While she would much rather just wait and let things settle... she's open to collaborating, when it comes to cornering these apparitions, especially once the weakness from their absence becomes noticeable. For a while now, the two of you have been on the tail of your shadow and hers — and the chase has led you to a floor ironically themed after a restaurant kitchen. ]

Where could they be...?

[ But oh no, what's that? As soon as they walk fully into the room, the shadows ambush them from behind with nary a sound. In a blink of an eye, she gets a knife plunged in her back, and a pan gets swung hard at the back of your head, Tangled™ style. Better do something quick!! ]

[ Look, sometimes, you haven't felt the human emotion of Tired in so long. It's actually... almost kind of nice? To feel like if she closed her eyes, she might drift off into sleep for the first time in hundreds of years? Where would this shadow take her, anyway? Would it matter? They remind her of the house, so the thought crosses her mind that she's just being whisked away from the hotel to return to where she belongs. It'll be fine.

By the time her shadow begins pulling her under into the abyss, its antics have worn her down enough that she's really just getting dragged into her shadow by foot from where she's laying on the floor. On closer inspection, she doesn't even appear conscious. somebody wake this bitch up before it's too late!! ]

( always down to wildcard too, if you have something specific in mind!! :^) )