Sonja awoke quickly, her nerves jangling slightly on edge, having spent a bit of time before sleep overtook her trying to figure out Borghast..or Ingram's game. She supposes that Ingram could be behind it, though she could find no reason not to execute her as they apparently did others. After just a moment to piece together her facade of an uncaring cool person, Sonja rises from the bed. "Very well...I am sure the seamstress would rather go where the lighting is better. This room is rather ..dim." Eyes cut toward the maid, one brow arching.