"Ah look," Mourn said with a smile.  "She's awake."  Jagger was near the bed, and would twist his head around so that he could give her a long lick along her shoulder, face, and hair.  The creature was nestled up against the bed that she was laying upon.  Mourn was sitting at a table with a group of four kobolds.  They were playing cards, poker by the appearance of it.  "Looks like you're feeling better.  There's a bottle of drink and a plate of food on the table above you."<br/><br/>The food looked delicious, a pair of baked potatoes, a pair of thick burgers, and any condiments she might want.  The bottle of drink, as Mourn had put it, had a slight sparkling appearance to it.  A magical drink used by the fey, but she wouldn't know that.  A combination of befuddling and arousing, it was just what would be needed to get her loosened up to join them.  In the multitude of ways they would take her.