Nirayane managed to keep at least a shred of a smile on her face as she turned to Chloe profusely apologizing to her.  Offended?  In what way had she chided Nira?  She shook her head lightly to the other archer, damn...if only she could speak.  

Twas already late for the elf, and by now everyone had retired it seemed, except for them three and Vallyn wherever he be.  Nirayane stood from the table stretching and silently yawning, bidding Chloe and Simbad goodnight before retiring to her room.  Along the way, she smiled to Nadia still slumbering peacefully with Dmitri watching over her.

Once she was in her room, she let the thick drape made from deer hides fall over the doorway and slipped off her fur boots and her quiver.  Her eyes trailed about the quaint abode....until they fell upon her shelf, atop it, an old, rusted dagger and a cracked steel helm missing one of its horns.  Carefully, Nira's hands reached for the helm, and softly...and somberly she rubbed her cheek against the cold worn armor, closing her eyes.