Though she could sense the feeling of dread with the group, Sheo tried to remain upbeat. They've already defeated the assassins, so why should everyone be moping? Magnus and his family are alive, and though their home is destroyed, they still have each other. That's how Sheo thought of it, but she also knew that maybe that's not how the others thought of it. Still, it wasn't something she was just going to let slide.<span style="color: lightgreeen">"Hey now, don't look too down. Today was pretty damn disastrous, but thanks to some quick thinking and action we managed to get out from the worse of it. You have my condolences for the tragedy, but considering that you all managed to make it out alive, I think that's something worth being happy about."</span>And than Sheo, whilst carry Atisha, led the group to the inn.<br/><br/>Most of everyone went to do their own thing after they figured out who was rooming with who. Sheo herself kept a tight lip that she just gave her room, one of the better and larger ones she could have afforded at the time, to Magnus. At the very least, the somewhat pungent scent of Grog eluded that she had been there before, though the innkeeper was pretty good at eliminating the odor of alcohol when room-service came by earlier that day.<br/><br/>Since her daughter had been more-or-less asleep since the fire, Sheo had to get her changed into her sleeping clothes and laid her to bed. She caressed her daughter's hair before giving her a careful kiss on the forehead.<span style="color: lightgreen">"I'm proud of you Atisha. You did the right thing when it mattered most."</span>Allowing her daughter her rest, Sheo dropped off most of her weapons and armor (Sans her dagger and Grog) and headed down towards the barroom. Another night of drinking for the woman before falling into a drunken stupor.