Daminor and Maura are already there, sharing a few pieces of fruit. They shift, suddenly, as he enters the room... a brief look into the past reveals that the two of them are closer than either would admit aloud. Sort of like him and Cerul, though not nearly as far along. She certainly seems to be in a better mood, today.<br/><br/>"Odd that Cerul's the last one awake... she's usually the first out, given that she doesn't sleep, like we do." As she finishes, Cerul emerges, her mask of indifference in place, once more. Daminor mutters, quiet enough that the elf can't hear, "Speak of the devil..." then turns to her, smiling, with a friendly, and reciprocated, "Morning!"