Unseen by Prism, Jocelyn pursed her lips at the mention of not sleeping for three days straight. "Go to sleep, you hard-working bird." she whispered, brushing her hand down Prism's back in a repetitive, lulling motion, guiding her to a dream where hopefully there would be no giant Grimm invading her rest.
Watching the sun rise until she felt Prism still in her arms, Jocelyn cradled the sleeping faunus in both arms and rose to her feet slowly, alone on the roof illuminated by the light and with a light breeze in her hair. She'd have some explaining to do, both to her team and their teachers about why the S of their team was in a slumber...