Waking, Zetaya stretches and yawns. "At least I won't suffer a migraine this morning for my actions yesterday, thanks to Airmid," She'll mutter to herself, her eyes closed reveling in the quiet for a moment. "A new day dawns yet the chill of the past still aches me. When will the warmth of the future give me solace?" She lets out a sigh. "Well, at least helping those in need and less fortunate gives me joy... That and fighting those that would oppress them. Well, I better get up and eat before we set out." Stretching once more, Zetaya opens her eyes, lifts herself out of bed, and heads downstairs.