Ceria's cheeks flamed once more as now the half-elf laid a hand on her arm. Did she have a "Touch Me" tablet on her back or something? Why was it that all these social types were so touchy-feely?  As Ceria snatched the key with agility from the half-elf's fingers, she couldn't decide if it was more unnerving to be the center of attention for one of her own kind or a woman who was a curious mix of plant and succubus.  The latter almost made Ceria giggle out loud.  While she had seen an occasional succubi suspect in her self-imposed exodus from her homeland, she had never actually seen a confirmed succubus to compare to the charismatic tiefling.  Her imagination kept trying to conjure Daisy in an almost comical black-and-pink number jumping out at men, hands raised in mock claw-like gestures, a viciously mocking sound that might've been a growl or seductive purr issuing forth promptly causing the men to simultaneously pee themselves and lean forward entranced. 

As Ceria made steadfastly for one of the rooms upstairs, already starting up said stairs, an odd image assaulted her of both Araerys and Daisy approaching her arms outstretched, absurdly pointed toothy grins on their faces.  The weirdest part was that she had no immediate urge to run.  As confusing as that skewed fatigue-laced scene was, the pure-blooded elf was the first to reach one of the rooms and put key in hole and enter one.  Much to her dismay, she saw the room she got was set up for two people.  Given the size of the building they were in, she surmised that it did make more sense to force some people to double up.  A queasy feeling came over her at the thought of having to deal with any of the women in their party at the moment.  Araerys she was admittedly curious about and wouldn't mind asking for more information if Ceria herself was indeed going to - even inadvertently - sponsor the new girl's inclusion in their already huge party.  Yvah struck her as oddly mischievous and a bit scary.  Arthera might very well choose to yell at Ceria for hesitating in a life-and-death situation earlier.  Daisy was certainly pleasant enough to talk to, but after their recent fight combined with Daisy's peculiar wording downstairs, the elf didn't quite know what to think about Miss Bubbly.  Ceria wouldn't mind if she had to bunk with one of the men.  She randomly wondered if Ulor had traded his man bits for arcane knowledge given how disinterested he was in everything and nearly everyone.  Lex wasn't hard on the eyes, but neither was he quite her type.  A far more welcome image of that human from earlier skidding across the ice, aiming a shot only to bury it in her shoulder set her nerves aflame. Her recently healed shoulder tingled a bit at the memory.  Boy, he was a looker and she would have done anything to go take an hour long archery lesson from him. 

Ceria set her dungeoneering pack and bow down on the foot of one of the two beds (thankfully across the room from each other).  She slung her quiver of arrows, counting out the five she had used today.  She remembered each vividly:  the first two being clean misses, the third and fourth being fired together with respectable success, and the last one thudding deep within the now only unconscious drifter's spine.  She wondered if he would wake up paralyzed and if their party would be able to heal any permanent damage that that arrow had caused.  

The elf tiredly flopped onto the plain beige bedspread like a fish out of water.  Oh how she wished she could just run off and go hunt  monsters solo like she used to.  Without Arthera, without Lex, without anyone....it would be so simple just to pack up and flee.  She grunted in annoyance as a stray fly flew in front of her face, bringing with it the images of Daisy, Araerys, the general, and, weirdly enough, Ulor's pet 'okto-puss" as he called it.  For a creature of nature, poor Ceria was still not as well-versed in the lore of the sea as she would have liked.  It was perplexing why she should feel so responsible for Araerys given how little she knew about the woman.  Her stare up at the ceiling and the hanging candelabra that dangled from its stucco surface continued.