The room was, indeed, quiet; it was late enough at night that both Cedrik and Sophie were asleep, the latter still recovering from the long journey on the road. She didn't need as much sleep as the rest, but she did need some.<br/><br/>She'd have some time to rest until the morning, to cuddle with her newfound allies, or just watch them from afar, as the preference took her. Either way, morning would come eventually, with Sophie being the first awake, stretching with a yawn, then wincing at the strange wound the sword had given her, rubbing her side a little.