Up early with the dawn, after disposing of her midnight snack's remains (having considered the girl little more than food, and certainly not giving any thought to her once she was gone; the weak deserved no such thing) Cyra's made her way back to where the fire had smoldered last night. Rather than relight it, she instead uses the extinguished flame as a focus, stretching and lightly exercising to center her mind for the day's activities. Sometimes she did so nude; today, bowing to the undesirability of putting certain thoughts in the heads of others, she wore a pale orange dress that hung a few inches over her lower mouth. Near the end of her workout she heard her name; the tiger-woman had called out to her. After considering the question, she agrees- "Yes, I am. It will be more fun than Blackscale patrolling again. And of course you are welcome; we were both invited, and so it only makes sense to travel together to cut down the chance of any of us being waylaid by some threat before we can do our jobs." She finishes stretching, grabbing her staff and leaning a bit on it. "Do you know where we are gathering?"