It turned out that Calah was content with the current situation. She kept her current hold on Willow's lovely and supple breast. When she fell asleep, her hand slid away. When she awoke during the night (which happened a few times), she put her hand back, eventually slipping it underneath the flimsy fabric of the half-elf's top, which now helped holding the hand in place. It seemed the burly woman found this very comforting.<br/><br/>Finally, the sun came up. Light was seeping into the barred window. The magical light in the hallway was ignited. The outside bell tolled again. The gladiators awakened and started sitting up, preparing themselves as best they could (there was a hole in the corner for bathroom business and an area for simple washing). The town beyond the arena was coming to life, with sounds from markets and temples. Soon, they could hear sounds within the amphitheatre as it was prepared for today's evens.<br/><br/>Calah's nose was in Willow's neck, breathing softly. It sounded like she was awake. Her hand groped the breast a little, before pulling away. "It is morning?"