Jennifer
*After finding a healer for Sonja and leaving the cave Sivne would head straight for their temporary accomodation. She found their room and picked out a bed, silently dropping onto it with a grunt. She began to remove her armour and glance to the other two.*
Norma
Carlyn had taken the room across from Sivne, taking her armaments and leaning them against the wall. Her shortspear and boarspear were definitely intimidating outside of the Kemonomimi's hands — it's hard to believe that such a cheery and cute woman would wield such a weapon so fiercely and effectively, but alas, that is the world we live in.

Her armor was off next. She had been wearing some pretty ordinary clothes for a merchant underneath. Finally free from the grips of her armor, she gave a stretch and a yawn, cracking her back and neck.
Philip
Thankfully, the mangled leg Sonja had been afflicted by earlier was quickly healed up—all for the *Paltry* Sum of 250 silver. Weeks earlier, the Beastkin woman would have gawked at such an amount. But this whole mercenary thing seemed to be paying off. She could spare that much for something so critical to her well-being. Though the brawny half-bear lady still seemed rather under the weather and thoroughly exhausted, her leg was functional. She was able to walk and accompany the rest of her group to their accommodations. Upon reaching the room, Sonja discarded her armor and unceremoniously fell upon the remaining bed. Rest at last.
Norma
Carlyn drifted towards Sivne's room, sticking her head in the doorway and looking towards her companion.
"Do you mind if I come in?" She asked. There wasn't any particular reason as to why she wanted to come in, other than she rather being around people than being alone in her room.
Jennifer
*She was halfway through taking off her armour by that point, thankfully clothed underneath.* "Mmmhm. Come in." *She kept her door open so Sonja would hear them talking.* "Tough fight." *She said, her equipment haphazardly dumped on the bed.*
Philip
The rather worn Sonja was not exactly eager to converse and more keen on resting than anything else. But she was still learning about the trade and figured lending an ear could be useful. Slowly, she rose from her bed and gravitated towards Carlyn and Sivne, likely lingering in or just outside the doorway. The clothes she wore now weren't rags per se, but still plain an of a rather low quality.
Jennifer
*She glanced over to Sonja and motioned with her head for her to come in. She shuffled up on the bed incase either of them wanted to sit, tossing her backpack on tbe floor.*
Norma
"Aye." Carlyn replied with a gentle sigh, taking a seat on the floor against the wall. She, herself, still didn't feel particularly great after such a fight. Only, she was fortunate to not have been gravely wounded like Sonja had been. The pain of burns rung true, but she counted her blessing nonetheless. 

"At least we all made it out alive, and made some valuable allies in the process." Carlyn said optimistically, giving a glance to the doorway, "And we know now one of us speaks amongst them. It's odd, not knowing a language. Sonja is gonna have to teach it to me some time or another."
Philip
Sonja reluctantly slipped into the room behind Carlyn at the motions from Sivne. She too, however, sat herself on the floor up against the wall—probably across from Carlyn. All things considered, the battle had concluded in their favor, if only barely. That was good. She nodded in agreement.

"It's... A Magic thing." The Beastkin women remarked with a soft chuckle. She would have certainly been clueless if not for that. The bear women wasn't fluent in mushroom, after all. Sonja had had a good instructor. "An ally with knowledge of the caves may prove indispensable."