Prism hated falling asleep accidentally.
It'd been a nice enough night, so Prism had spent it studying outside. She'd borrowed one of the school's larger scrolls and spent the night finishing an essay on the roof, assisted by what little moonlight there was. She'd finished it up sometime around 3 am, and before returning to her room to catch a few hours of sleep, had slid in her earbuds to stargaze as she usually did for just a few more... minutes...
She'd jerked awake mid-gasp an hour later, watching the face of her father disappear down the beak of a Nevermore once again.
She'd spent the next 20 minutes gasping for breath, trying to shake off the replaying memories as she'd cowered on the roof. She hated the panic attacks, especially the ones after just waking up; going from so vulnerable to feeling you're about to die, tears streaming down the faunus' face as her heart raced. Like all panic attacks, it'd eventually subsided, but that didn't mean it was over for Prism. She'd curled into a tight ball, wings wrapping around herself in some semblance of comfort, tears still streaking down her face as she threw off the remainder of the nightmare bouncing around her skull. It wasn't an unfamiliar situation to the faunus, and she'd been prepared to stay their until dawn like she always did - until the sound of someone else jogging alongside the roof interrupted her miserable silence.
The footsteps across the rooftop were unfamiliar, alongside the touch of coolness to her arm. Prism flinches from the touch at first, but calms as that first familiar wave of reinvigoration rolls over her. She stays their for a few minutes, just taking in the feeling. Eventually, it's enough that she pokes her head out of her arms, glancing towards the person who she knew would be handling the crystal; the wet tear tracks down her face still visible in the early morning light. Her voice was still choked, but she was at least able to speak now. "H-hey, Josie."