Kaiya slept deeply and contently, or what passed for sleep for her race, anyway. The undead did not sleep, nor did they dream, but after wearing herself up considerably the night before she was content to let her body rest, her mind slipping off to think about this or that, keeping herself occupied throughout the night. Occasionally she would return to herself for a bit, watching her lover sleep in a rather affectionate way, before letting her thoughts drift off again. When morning came she was, of course, already awake. But Agatha's hand on her shoulder did knock her thoughts back to the present, rather than the past, much less eventful trips to Northrend that she was was mulling over in her head.<br/><br/>She didn't have a lot of clothing, and it had all dried overnight, so she was able to dress herself quickly. Once dressed, she accompanied Agatha downstairs, to the massive breakfast that had been prepared for them. She left this mostly to the others. Much like sleep, she also didn't require food for sustenance. She could eat it, and she did eat a little, just to be polite. However she didn't need it, nor could she taste it as well as she had once been able to in life, which usually made her feel bitter and remorseful. So she settled mostly for just drinking some water and eating a bit of the bread.<br/><br/>Once finished, she accompanied Agatha and the others out of the Inn. Though nervous, she was still eager to be on their way. Her legs much steadier now, she was able to walk along casually beside the others, as they met up with the hunter that would likely be guiding them to their destination.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>