[Zephyr]

Zephyr had been up for a while now, after all, morning had come and gone. The sun was high in the sky, giving more warmth to the interior of the tent as the rays beat down on it's outer shell. The woman had her legs folded beneath her, her arms on her knees and her eyes closed. She was sitting on the floor and appeared to be in some kind of meditative state. Her right ear twitched as the newcomer grunted, the sound knocking her out of her concentration. She opened her eyes, the golden hues focusing on the source of the sound. Zephyr leaned forward a little as she watched him shift around. A sly smirk crossed her lips before she parted them to speak.

"Good, you're awake."

The lids of her eyes fell half way, giving her an owlish kind of look as she peered at him through the half lidded state. She straightened again, her back cracking from the pressure before she unfolded her legs, coming to her knees before standing and brushing herself off.

"You can shower after we talk, I'm sure you'll need one."

She wasn't commenting on any odor, but rather, he had been delivered to her in the middle of the night, all beat up. Even though his wounds had been more or less healed, he still look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower.