Comes in with food, Clarien curls up in a bed; Craimar lands on perch; Trausio is carried by Kae in phoenix form, Errol pulls the cart with many tasty treats.

Sh'lainn curls up on the smaller coutch, dozing a bit from a long, hard day. Her banshee senses, raw and a wake, flare a bit, then settle as there are familiar souls, and only one she doesn't quite know. She can handle that.

-T~