Sophia turned toward her friend has he awoke, putting her back to the window. The sunlight silhouetted the girl. Her yellow eyes met Gareth's. Despite his tired state, there seemed to be something more hopeful about him today. It made her feel better, whatever it was. "Well, good morning." She smiled brightly. Her hair was a veritable mess, and she looked a bit disheveled, having just woken up. It was a bit funny to see a princess in such a state. She stretched her arms above her head. "Did you sleep alright?" The girl seemed to be in a better mood today. On the far side of the room, a quick shout pulled her eyes away.

 Eva woke with a jolt, and a loud exclamation of "Oh!" she sat upright from the headboard, her hand darting to her side. She froze for a moment, looking around the room and seeing nothing but sunlight and a very confused Sophia. "Oh, um, good morning, you two." She nodded to the Princess and Gareth, scratching the back of her head. She stretched, and heard her back crack. Sleeping sitting up and in an armored vest was not the most refreshing experience. "Some breakfast sound good?"

Lily had been sitting at the bar for what felt like days. The sunlight had began filtering into the room a while ago, and the regulars of the Inn had come in not long long after. She kept getting odd looks from the bartenders, but she supposed a woman drinking until the early morning was a bizarre sight. She had a lot on her mind, but only one thing particularly worried her, and worry wasn't usually a problem. The man, Amos, had seemed to know more than he let on. She had no doubt the man had some sort of motive that she knew nothing about, but the best she could do was wait on her comrades to come back from wherever the hell they'd wondered off too. She had been in better company, that was for certain. She sighed and took a long draught from her flagon, putting it on the table. She'd lost count of her drinks hours ago. Her bloodshot eyes glanced to her side as she saw someone approach. Maria Trinan, back from whatever escapade she'd run off to. She turned toward the woman, looking her up and down. She was disheveled, injured, and covered in wine. "I... I'm not even going to ask this time." She laughed. "I still got your cloak right here." The blonde woman pattered the blue-grey cloak on the bar. Her words slurred somewhat, and she felt a bit dizzy. Maybe drinking all night had been a bad decision.