The warming device Milk keeps in her straw nest, pushed aside when she finally wakes.
Milk hauls herself out of her dusty nest of straw and pushes the heating element out of the way as she rises. Together with the straw nest, the faded sleep linen, and the dust filling her room, it sketches the makeshift domesticity of an indentured NPC who has been sleeping through entire seasons inside her hidden Calligraphy Guild.
A heating device nested in a pile of dusty straw.
Furnishing of Milk's nest, part of the picture of her long hibernation.