Naael isn't, normally, one to give into utter relaxation, but the bed was<em>so</em>sinfully comfortable, that her intended six hours of rest turned into more than twelve, before she finally rose. (Discipline, skill of +1, roll of -2, total of -1.) When she finally did, more out of hunger than anything else, she looked fairly well-refreshed and recovered, at the least. She poked her head out the door, looking around for someone else; if noone was in sight, she'd begin making her way through the building, looking for Angela, or another servant, to inquire about Angela and food.