Saphira smiled and finished washing herself in the shower. She stepped out and dried herself, while curling the tips of her hair. Her outfit was a little different to her normal dresses. A pair short, navy shorts and a black singlet top. She packed a few things as she had plenty of clothes and toiletries on the island anyway. Some stewards came in to take the packed suitcases and began turning down the bed. They also brought in their breakfast. "We won't have any special service at the island," She says sweetly, sitting down and eating. "I'm a pretty good cook though."