Artemis wiggled her head back and forth against the pillow. It was really soft, but it was still holding her head up nicely. It smells faintly of lilac, too. As she settled back into its sleep-inducing comfiness, Gala headed over to a shelf lined with jars and bottles on the far side of Lily's table, while Nina did likewise with the one near Artemis. Peeking out sideways, in the corner of her vision she could just barely watch as the hen rubbed lotion on her neatly-trimmed talons and selected a bottle of yellowish oil. Then she stepped back, still rubbing her claws to spread out the lotion, and leaned down to whisper behind her head.