Sometime in the night, Dox woke. Or rather, became aware for just a few moments. Eyes fluttered open briefly, before heavy lids closed themselves, and she felt another heaviness upon her calf. Dox knew not what it was, only that she could not move her leg for it’s presence. But she was unafraid. Even in her state of barely there consciousness, she knew she was in a room with not only her Guide, but Escort as well. And the young woman quickly fell back to a deep and dreamless sleep.<br/><br/>The morning sunlight fell across Dox’s face, twisting it into a gentle wince. She wasn’t ready to get up. Not yet. And it seemed her attendants would, mercifully,  let her sleep in. The night before had been hard on Dox. She was so used to being alone, that all the energy from the festivities had drained her. Dox turned her body away from the sun and brought her blankets over her head. Darkness. She needed darkness. And just as Dox’s breathing had finally settled and she had fallen asleep-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Lead me to the latrines please.”</span><br/><br/>The young woman’s blue eyes opened as she snapped the blankets from over her head, her eyes level with his pelvis. Did he have to be so infuriating?? Was her Guide not available to do so? Surely it would be more appropriate. Of course- Color flushed over Dox’s cheeks as she recalled the night before, how Motto had…Dox cleared her throat gently, blue eyes swinging to look at their Guide, who was unceremoniously flung over his bed, chest uncovered and drooling.<br/><br/>Motto..he seemed unnecessarily bright for the morning. “Ugh..” Dox flopped back down upon her bed, blanket pulled up over her eyes. Why..why couldn’t she get someone with less sense of duty? Okay..there was nothing wrong with Motto’s sense of duty. Just his sense of privacy. With narrowed eyes, Dox pushed the blankets from her and swung her legs over the side of the bed, giving Motto a sideways glance and another groan. “Good morning to you too..” A hand rubbed over her face as the woman stood and threw on a robe. She wasn’t in the habit of going to the latrines before getting dressed, as the mornings were still a bit chilly. But her robe would do just fine.<br/><br/>“Follow me.”<br/><br/>__<br/><br/>The latrines were some ways off from the walls of Setal. Whoever had thought of their design, did so with the wells of Setal in mind. They knew that human waste could poison their water supply and make people sick. Although the sun was out, there were not may people. The only ones awake to any real degree were to guards that stood post along the main gate and periodically along the wall and the city. Everyone else, except Motto and by extension Dox, were sleeping in. Something the woman wished she were doing at the moment.<br/><br/>The latrine’s were a crude, stone building. It smelled typical of any place like it’s kind, although Setal had grown used to it. Thankfully such smells didn’t reach the city. Inside were separate rooms, walled off with stone and hidden behind wooden doors. It was a crude set up, but many of Setal preferred it to going outdoors. “On the way back, we will come across a small spring.” Dox was explaining to Motto as she slipped inside a stall to do her morning business. “There is a guard  posted there. Along with scented soaps to wash our hands.” Inside the stalls was a collection of leaves, which was hard to come by in the desert, but Setal grew their own leaved trees solely for this purpose. “Be careful. You don’t want to spread disease.”