Aislinn laid curled up within her makeshift nest for some time, listening to the sounds of voices echoing up from the courtyard. Doors opening and closing. Occasionally the sounds of footsteps ascending the stairs only to fade as they carried their owners in the opposite direction of her. Soon enough the troubled woman drifted into sleep.<br/><br/>The sound of knocking woke her from her slumber and as she sat up and peered over the bed at her unfamiliar surroundings alarm thrilled through her. Linn surged to her feet, managing to jostle the heavy bed frame which sent her bags tumbling to the floor with a few muffles thuds. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she barely made out the sound of her name coming from the door.<br/><br/>She cast about herself and snatched up the first thing in reach, the rooms coffee pot, before creeping slowly around the corner and into the bathroom. She shut that door behind her and then took refuge in the tub.