Come the morning, Alizome is well groomed without a single hair out of place in her long, blond ponytail, happy and sated; the experiences overnight had been pleasant, and further evidence that being inside another creature was the highest pleasure. Still, now it was time for business- she showed up in her armor, fully clad and tensed for action. Shadows seemed to bleed off her armor, so that when she stood still it was as though she were trying to create a small bubble of the night inside her body that was just leaking out. The few times she went into a corner, she all but disappears without conscious effort. Zorakatra's hug is returned, and she murmurs, "Of course, my lady.I can hardly wait to return- successfully, of course." Disengaging from the harpy's feathered embrace with a grin, she turns to the others. "I am ready to leave whenever the rest of you are."