Bianka stirred a little as she heard the shut of a door and the rasp of  a bolt though she didn't move for a good few moments later, preferring to linger in the warm bed and listen to the chirruping and the calling of the various birds around the village. Her mind lingered on the night before and a smile was plastered on her pretty, young face. Her neck and breasts were sore from the bites and between her legs felt sore as well, her legs themselves probably a little stiff but that was all inconsequential compared to the woman she'd shared her night with before. At that thought she reached out suddenly, her eyes still closed and let out a groan; the elf had moved on already in the morning, probably thinking her lover lazy or something. She stayed like that on the bed for a long while, her legs sprawled and her arm reaching out for someone not there , perhaps a few minutes passed like this until she opened her watery eyes and slowly sat up, placing her feet on the cold earth of the floor. The sensation caused Bianka to shiver , the motion traveling visibly up her spine and stopping at her shoulders which shrugged from it. "S-shit...by Sigmar."<br/><br/>The human curled her toes and stood, her legs protesting the movement just like Taliana's had and her knees popping a bit. " Oh... if it weren't for last night I'd complain about feeling old..." She laughs to herself and begins to dress, slipping on her simple linen breeches and chemise beforedonning her thick and warm Gambeson. Next came her coat of chain, the lower half split between the legs to allow some extra movement and to reduce to weight just a slight, the chain was still heavy though but it suited the girl well; Sigmar knows she was no graceful fight, that's why she used a claymore, it's easier when the whole damn weapon is deadly.  A yawn came forh from her as she pulled her tabard down over her head, the simple white cloth merely a decoration over her chainmail, patched in a few places from previous fights.<br/><br/>Bianka ran a hand through her shoulder-length black hair,it wasn't as well kept as it was yesterday when she had the good fortune to brush it, now it's natural waviness getting in the way, the curls making her look as if though she overslept for hours. She lazily buckles on her swordbelt and kept a naked hand on the pommel of her hand-made weapon before heading out after Taliana, mainly to enjoy her morning and look around the town. " Perhaps later I can see about using the forge and my smith tools to do something for her..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>