Re-approaching the group once her tent was all folded up - at least she did that well, Alyssa would first wander over to where Cyrus was, to reclaim her pillow before hugging it to her chest. "How rude of them," she agreed, "But yes, this is my pillow. You do realise if you keep sharpening that twig of yours any more it's going to turn into a little toothpick? Or a needled dirk or something."<br/><br/>Turning back toward the group, where all the others were gathered around the firepit(?), she would long have missed the glances thrown her way as she settled down to look for some breakfast. "Can't wait to get out of this place." Grumble under her breath. Then in a bit of a more audible voice, "So how long did the last inn say we were away from the citadel gates again? We're half a day away now, yea?"