Morgan pads in shily, seemingly the only one around, until she's followed by Nadine. Her azure blue eyes sweep the area critically, looking for threats. She looks a bit like Clarien, she stands the same as he, but her hair is a long sable sweep that fans out near her waist.

She finds the floor very inviting, but knowing she's in a guest's space sits, instead, in the chaize, louging like the cat she is in another form. She floats a sticker that says 'no contact yet please' and closes her eyes briefly, only to open them again half a second later, unable to truly relax, even here, where they say she should be able to.

Nadine, meanwhile, had found a corner in which to curl up, not wishing to play at the moment, and she has closed her eyes for a long needed restbite from everything she's been doing of late. Her satyr's horns and hooves ar barely visible under the weighted blanket she's wrapped about herself for the pressure and comfort it provides.