The Feast of the Two Moons had been greatly enjoyed, though the small woman found she had done less feasting and simply enjoying being with friends. And Panther.

He had surprised her, since she thought him to be resting, when he had showed up at the festival in the markets.

She smiled to think on him, as well as Connar and naevein that he been spoken with as well. A fortune had been told by one of the Tellers of a great snow storm coming, confirmed of what the dockworkers had been talking about for over a week's time.

And to learn that the usually veiled naevein seemed to have enjoyed the time out of doors, with her veil off and lanterns all around.

There was more, surely to be learned of the bell-wearing naevein. And if courage might be gathered to do so the next time or more their paths met, she would dare to ask some questions of her.

S'jira sat on the chair within the bathing room, not yet dressed and combing her wet hair thoroughly before spiced oils were taken from one of the many bottles kept within that room. She liberally worked the oils over her arms and legs, chest and the taut plane of her belly and hips while she distractedly thought of the previous night's events.

She was mourning a little for Connar, thinking of his words about quiet moments being sought with others. And she frowned. She knew well that he meant that he wasn't sure to dare to try again and could only suspect that when he and the Lady Elessaria parted ways, it was more than wrenching of his heart on the matter.

Then gathered self up, flesh still glistening and soaking up the oils, she put the vials and toweling cloths away before stepping back into the bedroom to wake a certain, beloved feline sort from his sleep. It was morning.. and time to rise.