Nightmares in her head she could handle. Those she could always wake up from and find a reminder that they weren't real. She slowly reaches up and removes the dark silver hair pin from her hair, the strands of tiny, polished flowers jingling brightly as it moves. She then begins working her fingers through the long, dark brown tresses as she undoes the braids that had been pinned up.

"I should have guessed as much." Luck was never on her side, even if her skill more than made up for it. "I hope the innkeeper wasn't too offended. I didn't..." A soft sigh escapes her. "It wasn't my intention to cause a scene."