Sequoia had indeed fallen exhausted after the days events, after getting to know briefly the staff and even gaining the aid of the hard working Annabel, though she insisted she only help a little while Sequoia did most of the work. Deagan had then shortly brought more aid and thus Sequoia decided to retire, she had dressed down into her under clothes very light and airy shirt and trousers that were cool. The room still a tad muggy so the gypsy had stripped most of the blankets only a sheet covering her though her toes poked free. She unaware of the looming mistress who's heart was filled with revenge her body soliciting a soft groan as she shifted onto her back arms stretched out along the bed still deep in her slumber.