Kachina awake sits up in the bed.    It is still dark in the room.  Through early morning activity of muffled sounds coming in from beyond the door and walls of the room.    Gingerly extricating herself from her companions tangled limbs.   The half-elf beauty would slip from the bed.   As she head over to the window.  To take a peek out.  To see what time of the morning it is.