They might not have actually gotten to<em>sleep</em>until some ungodly hour, but when they finally did Oriana slept the sleep of the dead, completely and utterly spent thanks to the rogue and herbalist. She was too exhausted to dream, which she may have been a bit disappointed about as they lay under the glittering tapestry of Desna's stars if the situation that had lead to it hadn't been so satisfying. Instead she spent the night in blissful oblivion, curled up against Silas's slumbering form, one slender arm thrown across his bare chest. She hadn't stirred in the slightest when Tsoni showed up and found the rogue in her usual sleeping spot next to her mistress, sitting on his chest and staring down at him with something approaching a puzzled expression on her feline face for several minutes, her bright amber eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight.<br/><br/>When Silas rose the sorceress's arm briefly clung to him, unconsciously trying to keep the source of warmth and comfort close, but fell away easily. It took a bit of effort to rouse her from her sleep, and when she realized that she'd been<em>snuggling</em>him a bright blush rose to Oriana's cheeks, apparently more embarrassed by the show of vulnerably and affection than her shamelessly wanton behavior over the short time they'd known one another. She stood, every muscle in her body protesting even the slightest of movements, and begrudgingly steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder for a minute, lest her knees give out.<br/><br/>"<strong>Uuuuuuuugh, gods...You are a <em>monster</em>, Silas!</strong>" she groaned, though her trademark grin tugged at the corners of her mouth despite the soreness permeating her tender young body. "<strong>I trust we're even, for now...?</strong>"<br/><br/>Eventually some semblance of strength returned to her and she managed to dress, carefully adjusting her clothing to cover as many of the rope burns as she could manage. None of them seemed to have broken the skin, but they were quite sensitive and her shoulder in particular ached like mad. She resolved to ask Johd to at least patch up the half-healed arrow wound when she saw him next, a little afraid that she'd aggravated the injury durring some of her more desperate struggles during the night.<br/><br/>She did just that when they reached the outpost again, joining Lydia and Silas afterwards. She was pleased to see that the healing had faded the rope burns quite a bit as well, leaving them a faint pink rather than the more noticeable red.<br/><br/>"<strong>My thoughts as well,</strong>" she said, stifling a yawn. "<strong>If we can, we should probably intercept Kressle and her lot as well. I'd prefer if they weren't here without us until we know for sure they can be trusted. Adelise's new friend's bounty after that, I'd say...Personally I'm curious about this lost temple - I mean, I've never been part of a prophecy before - but it's been there a long time and I doubt it will up and run off on us. Plus, bears are scary.</strong>"