Cayn would laugh as he saw her.  "Welcome to the limits of your magic," Cayn said, gesturing for her to lean back and relax.  "When you sleep, you'll restore yourself.  Unlike a mage, our powers do not need to be prepared beforehand.  Usually, anyway.  So now we simply wait on our food."  The door would open, a few kobolds bringing in large trays full of various proteins.  Mutton, steak, and a few chickens had been roasted as well.  Cayn would stand to help with the trays, resting a hand on one kobold's shoulder before chattering to it in a language that sounded sibilant and booming all at once.<br/><br/>"Draconic," Cayn said as the kobolds went off.  "Their native tongue.  They are descendants of dragons too.  Or so their histories go."  Without another word Cayn set about pouring a few drinks of mead before diving into the various meats spread about on the oversized tray.