Song sat up in the dark at the sound of the breaking pitcher on the floor. "Euan! Are you alright?" Her eyes search in the darkness to see her slave. "Come back on your pallet and sleep." She was not angry as concerned. "If you are cold you may share the bed." Song softly patted the covers. "I am not angry, I will not hurt you for getting up." The dancer looked to the darkness and sees a shadow move. It was not enough to distract her. She did not fear Euan or the dark. The girl was more concerned he had hurt himself or was cut by the broken pitcher. "We will clean up the pieces in the morning. Just be careful where you step."