The sound of movement roused Spark from her short sleep. For a small moment she panicked, not recognising her surroundings. When she spotted Sound on the sofa and the bat pony however her memory quickly caught up.

With a groan she rolled over and curled up again. It had been getting light when she'd finally fallen asleep meaning she probably only had a few hours at best. Hardly ideal for a long journey and the sound of the two stallions next door would probably haunt her for a while yet...

Finally she unravelled herself from the warm duvet, ensuring her traveling cloak was still covering her fully and flopped off the bed. Her saddlebags still lay on the floor where she'd left them the previous night. She quickly checked nothing had been taken and once satisfied lifted them onto her back. 

By this point the bat pony had taken up position in the corner making high pitched sqeaking sounds and didn't seem too bothered by her presence. Despite her curiosity of what he was doing, she decided it would be best to leave him be. Instead she trotted over to the sleeping Sound and prodded him awake with a hoof. Luckily for her he'd rolled over in the night, though she still felt a little embarrassed by the memory.

"Wakey wakey" she sang right next to his ear before prodding him again. "It's time to get up and meet with the caravan"

She turned around hoping the tavern would have some form of shower but was left disappointed. The clinic probably had the only shower for miles and she couldn't really go back just for that...