Some time had passed and Varri began to grow impatient while waiting for Feyd to return, "ugh does he always stay out this late?", she asked witherfang. The beast simply tilted in response, "well its late and I'm not in the mood to walk home so.." the caldari stretched her limbs before laying in the bed, her hand still combing the fur on the direwolf. Not long after she fell asleep only to be tormented by nightmares. These were different from the average persons nightmares in the sense that these were realistic fears. Mostly because these were memories of her past. The ship wreck, her travels to the caldari, everything besides where she came from replayed over in her mind. 

She woke shortly after in panic before calming down. This time to find Feyd leaning against a wall, "Sleep well? I thought you had a place?" He asked sternly. Varri took a moment to compose herself before answering, "I do but I visited when you were out doing whatever. I waited and after a while figured I'd stay here. Not really I'm the mood to walk back to my place" 

"Not my problem, get out. I need my sleep", Feyd said coldly as he approached his bed.

"Yeah not my problem either", Varri replied almost mockingly. She threw the covers over herself and went back fo sleep. Feyd released a sigh of frustration before leaving the house, "I guess I'm spending a night at the Den" he said. Upon arrival he decided to wait a bit longer for Sylvestra's reply.