"Well... Myself..? I must get dressed! Light is already coming through the windows and at my curent rate I'll soon be late. I think you should bathe, get dressed, and head off to whatever plans you had for the day... But if you feel the need to see me again, I shall be at the "Wailing Wench" tonight, after sundown."<br/><br/>She smiled softly to this woman with whom she shared passions she remembered more clearly than she let on, then scrabbled from the bed and began getting cleaned up. Her arcane focus from her prior day's excursion still fresh in her mind, she released a simple Cantrip: Prestidigitation, and swept her body and face clean, inside and out. Her powder blue robes were drawn over her lithe, bare form, and she stepped into her slipper-socks while her hands quickly tied her hair in a bun, a few stray hairs falling forward into her face to be blown in an annoyed manner for the rest of the day. All the while she turned now and then to Ms. Moonstalker, offering small, curious smiles through her wire spectacles.