Actually getting to sleep had taken a good little bit, despite how much... exertion she had gotten shortly before.  The warm glow of her night's fun was tainted just a bit by her would-be predator's flight from the room, leaving Lea feeling like maybe she should have just stayed inside.  It wouldn't have been such a bad fate, after all... but the reasons she'd had for putting enough effort to actually escape still held, even if she regretted Tami's reaction.  She had been hoping she'd be able to talk the cute catgirl into staying in bed with her, maybe, and get to talk with her some more.  Maybe go find someone else to fill her belly with instead as a consolation prize – the tied up elf Yumina had dragged in would have worked great as long as the other feline hadn't minded giving her up, after all.  She already clearly had enough to keep her full, after all.<br/><br/>Either way, it had left her feeling a bit unsatisfied with the ending of an otherwise perfect night.  She had managed to get to sleep only after resolving to herself that she'd find out a bit more about Tami's situation in the morning, so she could see if there was something she could do to help make up for depriving the catgirl of her meal.  Maybe convince her to come along sometime in the future, since Lea doubted she'd be so willing to do so for now, even if able to.<br/><br/>She'd woken up once the sun was up, stretching and glancing over to the side to see that her room mate had already vanished, her prisoner along with her, leaving her alone again.  Her skin was a bit pinkish still, a bit shinier from the dip in Tami's stomach acids, the top layer mostly eaten away and rubbed off even if the damage hadn't gone any deeper than that.  She'd be almost painfully sensitive for the next few days, if her past experiences were anything to go on, which had her almost wishing for an outfit with skirts again.  Almost.  On the bright side, the silk of her under-layer would keep things from chaffing too badly, and if anything would feel all the better when her armor was still off.<br/><br/>She pulled back her covers, slipping her heat stone from its place in the bed, before moving to her pack to slip it back in its casing.  She pulled out her soap in its place alongside her undergarments and her green silks, before wrapping a towel around her body to head for the baths, taking just enough time to add two of her holsters and daggers under the towel.  It couldn't hurt to be a bit safe in places like this, just in case someone a bit less cute than Tami was feeling grabby or hungry.<br/><br/>Fortunately, or not, Lea didn't run into anyone on her way to the bath, nor were there any other girls in the wash room when she slipped in.  It was still fairly early, she supposed, even if she heard a slight commotion out in the hall behind her while she was getting into the water.  The warmth washed over her, the water almost stinging at her skin as she tensed, finally relaxing into it as she sunk down a bit deeper.  She tilted her head back, hair splaying in the water like a dark blonde halo, before she rolled over to duck her face under.  It felt almost like the water had been replaced by lemon juice and salt, while her entire body was just shy of an open wound, but the pain subsided enough for her to focus on washing herself after a few moments.  It wouldn't do to still smell of Tami's guts, or taste of digestive juices and acids, even if she'd dried herself off before going to sleep.<br/><br/>The fragrance of berries and roses filled the room as she lathered herself with a fine coating of suds, stepping from the water for a moment, fingers carefully trailing everywhere that they could, testing to see if there were any places more sore than others.  One of her ribs gave a slight twinge - a reminder of how impossibly tight her cute little catgirl's tummy had been - but it wasn't cracked or broken - just a bruise she determined.  A single touch to her nethers drew a gasp from her as her entire body locked up, her head tilted towards the ceiling, though.  The way she'd so eagerly rubbed herself inside of the stomach, against the walls of it... her slit was raw to the touch, smooth and delicate and impossibly sensitive.  If she weren't at least a bit of a masochist, it might be bad enough that she'd avoid any sexual contact for a week, just to make sure she was fully recovered before it would be touched again.  As it was... she was still more than eager to find out if any of her female companions would be interested in bedding together, some time on the road.<br/><br/>Shaking her thoughts away, she finished washing, her breasts burning and her slit screaming at each touch, her rear and the tiny pucker between her cheeks protesting, before she eased herself back into the water to allow the soap to slip away.  It took her another two minutes in the bath just to relax again, washing a bit of foam from her hair after scrubbing her scalp - probably the part of her body which had gotten away the lightest from her night's passions.  The bite marks on her thigh had scabbed over, and though the water had left it softened and in danger of falling away, she was sure she wouldn't have to worry so much about that as long as she didn't have to ride horseback straight away.  If she did... she might have to see about finding someone able to use a bit of minor healing magic to chase away the evidence of her fun.  She'd honestly rather avoid that, though; there was little more amazing than the feeling of a girl's tongue on her body, fingers exploring her, after she'd been in a stomach to soak a bit recently.<br/><br/>She finished and stepped out, drying with gentle care, before slipping on her panties, tying off the cord in them to hold the silk against her, and getting herself dressed the rest of the way.  The bath had her feeling more alive, her cheer having mostly returned as she made her way back to her room, pulling out mirror and gleaming brush to run through her hair.  It took her a couple minutes to make sure her hair was free of any tangles, another few to make sure all of her supplies she carried on her person were in the right pouches, sheathes, and bindings hidden through her clothes, and then looked down at her armor.  It... could wait until it was time to leave the inn, at the least, she figured.  She'd have allies if anyone started things inside, not the least being the inn's own rather displeased staff, she was sure.<br/><br/>With a smile on her face, and a bounce in her step, she slipped out of her room and locked up behind her, making her way down for breakfast.  The tavern welcomed her with the scents of cooking, the bustle of the early morning, and the views of at least one of the people she recognized as belonging to her new group.<br/><br/>The drow was... something like Ana?  Angie?  Naughty?  Nara?  She'd... remember it soon enough, or figure out a way to hear it again she was sure.  She walked over towards the table, even as her eyes moved over first to the drow's stomach, significantly rounder and larger than she remembered, and then to her apparent companion.  A fox, meaning an instant plus in her mind; red hair which had Lea eager to find out just how well the old saying about fiery passions held true... and an absolutely bulging gut clearly still hosting at least one person moving around.  The grin on her lips was almost painfully manic as she stared, before she sucked gently on her lips to wet them and finished moving forward.  Even if she was definitely going to be carrying a torch for Tami for the near future, and maybe beyond, it wouldn't do for her to not take the chance to make a good impression and talk with such an adorable foxgirl!<br/><br/>“Morning, there,” she called out to the drow with a raised hand, expression chipper and eager.  “So, you look like you've had a rather pleasant night.  Who's your lovely friend?”  The last was accompanied by an appreciative smile to the fox, eyes darting down to her belly before coming back up to her face to meet her eyes.