Her fingers pruned and the water cooling she works her way out of the tub and after dressing she takes a moment check her blade any dings and for sharpness. Seeing that her sword is still in good condition she turns the light out and settles into bed. She can still hear muffled voices coming up through the floor. Listening she watches rain streaking down the window across the bed wanting to make sure whatever is being said is friendly. She ready and willing to grab her sword and get downstairs should the conversation sound threatening.