Maylea looked up at the report.  "Oh.  Darkness?  Not a problem.  We could use a sunrod..."  She paused for a moment.  "Or a Light spell, or a torch...  IF we wanted to give away the fact that we were there from a hundred or so feet away."  She shrugged.  "But then I'm just a thief, what do I know?" she said with a cattish grin, stretching her arms back over her head as she blinked owlishly.  Ah, the glories of her kind.  Like the elf, all she needed was four hours of rest and meditation, and she was as refreshed as if she was a human who had just slept 8 hours.