The night Tiatha and Aliiena had shared, to be put bluntly, was simply amazing. Never before had her friend shared such a genuinely tender moment with her. It wasn't quite the admission of love the silvery haired Sin'dorei longed to hear, but it was close enough considering the circumstances that they now both faced. She slept well into the early morning and when the little thistlehead finally rose from the covers, she found herself alone. The discovery was a bittersweet one-- a reminder of what she'd shared a few sweet hours ago and what she now lacked. It was always best to wake up next to a warm body and her friend so rarely allowed her such a delight. With a sigh the slender woman let the covers slip away from her body as she rose and slipped on her robes. She eschewed her undergarments, cinching her sash tight enough around her waist that nothing would be exposed unless she deigned it so and on shaky legs, she made her way outside as well.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened when she saw the crowd of people around the tub and her new mistress, her bright emerald gaze wide and almost innocent. Silently she stepped over tower her friend, legs as  unsure as a newborn faun's. There as no denying that the night before had left her drained and the obvious lack of thistle also had an effect on her. With a silent murmur she leaned against the rogue who'd occupied her bed last evening and rested her head against the leather-clad woman's shoulder. Her eyes blinked once, twice and she let out a sweet yawn before she picked herself back up and cleared her throat gently.<br/><br/>“I.. where are we?” She surveyed the land around them, quite unsure of what to really make of anything. “And who are all these people?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>