Morning came, and Yareh slowly woke up, small, slender hands rubbed her face as she sat up with a soft moan. She wasn't much of a morning person, and with her head still throbbing from the explosion, all she wanted was to curl under the covers and pass out until the pain passed away. However, she knew she couldn't do that, so she stood and undid the confines her copper hair was in and let it trail down her back as she massaged her scalp with her finger tips, wincing a little when she touched the lump on her head.
After she combed her hair with her fingers she braided it again, but left it to stream down her back, or over her shoulder. At least for now. She went up the stairs, somewhere inside, she knew she was ignoring whatever feelings she was developing for Drago, after all, how could he possibly return what she felt? So she denied herself, and consciously, she didn't realize it. Fear of rejection was apparently something she had to deal with in the past, and she didn't learn how to cope, so she ignored it instead.
When she found him, she wrapped her robes about herself, her braid over her right shoulder as she looked at him, staying silent and waiting for him to speak or move.