Ketty opened her eyes. The room was almost completely dark, had it not been for a single candle barely lighting up the nearest corner. Her eyelids felt quite heavy on her face, as if something was trying to force her to sleep, but she fought this feeling and rubbed her eyes to keep herself awake. The silence seemed to echo around the small box of a bedroom, and she could feel a tiny object gently heaving up and down at the edge of her bed. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, only to see the creature rise its head and stare at her for a few seconds. It then proceeded to move towards her across the bed, before falling onto her lap. As her sight began to strengthen with time, she could see her dog Cyrus cosying up against her. She smiled and stroked the pet, as she waited for the sun outside to rise. Carwyn had mentioned something about going hunting at first dawn for snowy sabre cats at Greywater Grotto.