Neyaa opened her eyes slowly blinking as she made the transition from dream to reality. She had not moved position the entire night it seemed, other than her thumb had fallen out of her mouth.
Captain Hardoleth was already gone, he was a busy man after all. She lay a while, before reluctantly slipping from within the comfort of the covers. The fires had all gone out and the air was quite chilly. She picked up her clothes from the floor and put them to one side to launder later, she'd offer to wash Hardoleth's clothes too, not that he would want her to mother him, nay it was just a way she could earn her keep of sorts.
She dressed quickly to fend off the cold and wandered over to the table and looked at the pile of broken crockery atop it. She frowned at the fragments, she had just replaced the tankards she broke the other day and Hardoleth had caused her to break more by startling her. Neyaa mused that of late a great number of things had become broken in her midst. She'd broken her own rules about getting close to anyone, she'd broken the Dawnhall window in protest at Ross losing his fingers, she'd broken a friendship with a woman she'd considered a friend who had crossed the line, and only yesterday she'd broken every single pane of glass in Ross's house...well he'd broken her heart, so it only seemed fair.
'Tit's forward, and ass out!' - Hardo had told her and that's exactly what she would do from now on...
