Morgana pouted for a moment, slightly offended that her splendor had been utterly ignored by the group's apparent leader.<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Hmm... Not big enough?</span></span>she wondered, glancing down at her chest. She thought again, though, when she saw just how exhausted the human looked, stumbling over to their hidden den. He really was so tired that he'd hardly even noticed her! Was she offended? Yes. Did she get it? Yes. Was she going to take advantage of however muddled his memories would be in the morrow? Hell yes.<br/><br/>"No objections?" the Demoness hummed. "Then I'll take the first shift." She followed the others to the Hollow Tree they were using for shelter, hopping up into one of the gnarled branches and relaxing with her back against the trunk.<br/><br/>The way she saw it, the only reason a group as diverse as this one got together was because they didn't have a choice. In other words, they'd all gotten themselves into something that somehow merited a battle with Nightmares. They were on a quest of some kind, and she wanted to find out what kind it was. If, after sticking around a while, she found out there would be no monetary gain, she'd ditch them. But until then...<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Farish had a habit of curling into the fetal position while he slept. It was warmer and he took up less space. With Chizu nuzzled into the space between his knees and chest, they kept each other cozy.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Morgana had ignored the Dwarf when he first appeared. Asking what business she had in the Goblin forest--What business did<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>have? After she was up in the tree, though, she decided to throw him a bone. "You heard the man. Stick around a couple hours and you might find out."