Sara awoke, stretching out her muscles slowly. She eased the kinks out of her neck, and wished she had brought along her own blankets and pillow on the journey. She dressed, checking over her clothing for any holes or places being worn thin. She was able to preserve her clothing for a good deal of time, but once the fabric started thinning, there was little she could do magically to salvage it. Finding no pressing needs in her wardrobe, she made her way over to Gawel's room. It was right across from hers, and while she didn't know for sure it was his, she definitely felt his energy through the doorway. By his breathing, he was awake, and she hoped, dressed. She'd have no will power, or control of herself, if he wasn't.

Sara knocked, then opened the door. "I have two leads into who may be summoning the koshchey, Gawel." She said plainly, by way of greeting.