Roura had a late start that morning just like with most mornings. She had a hard time falling asleep and when she did manage some sleep, she woke up at the slightest noise. She supposed that she could attribute that to being with just her mother for so long and having to be wary of her surroundings at all hours. She sighed and stood, arching and stretching with a yawn before padding out. "Morning Shah," She called, walking over to the male.