Larea awoke early to the sound of footsteps passing her door. She listened closely to them for a moment; realizing they were neither the loud, armored footsteps of Sigrun, and Ahmaht was still passed out next to her bed, she decided it must be Zel. After thinking about it, she didn't understand why she decided to put so much thought into determining this, and turned her attention back to her current situation.<br/>The covers of her bed were thrown everywhere; it was clear from this, as well as her physical state, that she didn't have a very restful night.. but at least it was voluntary, rather than being a forced state of unconsciousness like the attack a few nights ago, she thought. She felt better than she did before she fell asleep, at any rate.<br/>She slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, uncaring about the condition of the covers. She was still a little wobbly, but managed to get herself upright without too many difficulties. The next step was standing up; she used a hand and rested it against a nearby wall to help steady herself, and slowly rose from the bed. All was going well enough, but at one point her overconfidence got the better of her and she stumbled forward, bumping herself face-first into the wall. She somehow managed to keep herself from falling over completely, and quickly turned around, resting her back against the wall and rubbing her nose where she hit it. Realizing she was right next to the door, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly, trying not to make much noise so she didn't wake Ahmaht, though she probably needn't worry considering her collision with the wall had no effect on him.<br/>She made her way to the main floor of the inn quickly, but carefully, and stepped outside. The blast of fresh, cool air reinvigorated her immensely, and she decided she was at least feeling well enough to walk without aid, albeit carefully. She looked around for a moment, and caught a glimpse of Zel, just barely still within her range of sight. She didn't really know why, but she decided to follow him, curious what he was up to this early in the morning. With her slowed walking pace, Zel easily got further and further ahead; she still had an idea of the right direction to walk in, but if he made any sudden turns she knew she would lose his trail. Still, she knew the way back to Veloen, so if worst came to worst she could just return without finding him.<br/>After walking for a while with no luck, Larea eventually came across an old temple, seemingly unused for a long time. She looked around her to make sure there was nobody nearby - perhaps because this place felt like some kind of forbidden secret - and stepped closer to the doors. They appeared to be locked, and she almost gave up, but on closer inspection she found that the lock had been broken. Sliced in two, in fact.<br/>She tried opening the doors, but found that she wouldn't have much luck in the endeavor; they were heavy, and she wasn't very strong. She put her entire body weight against one door and pushed it as hard as she could, but it was no use, she was simply not strong nor heavy enough to budge it. Eventually she gave up, slumping down on the ground with her back against it to rest, having all but forgotten about following Zelgodis.