Jo'ari awoke with a bad headache, that dream was unsett, not that it really mattered. She looked to the other awake slaves and let out a small, tired hiss, "Why must you wake others up with your loud voices? If you want to talk you should do so quietly, some of us like to sleep a bit more." She sighed, and checked the lynx like hair at the top of her ears, Jo'ari was glad they had not been cut off when she was enslaved. "Well, what's so interesting as to wake up other prisoners? Those bruises you got keeping you awake Kharmam? They didn't damage anything to important did they?" She spoke as she quietly clawed her way to the small group of waking slaves.