The Big Room was practically a small cottage and took up almost half of the inn's second floor. It had two beds, each large enough for a couple to lie together comfortably on them, several long couches, and a small kitchen area. Gill immediately took up residence on the spacious windowsill, and together, Rachel and Zulf eased the healer onto one of the couches. Rachel stretched, wincing as her body popped in several places, and sent a quick prayer to the Goddesses on behalf of her poor back. She took a blanket from a seat by the window and draped it over Gill's still form. The light of the moon shone through the glass and lit her friend's face. They hadn't had a chance to clean up, and the moonlight did nothing to soften the sight of dried blood on her friend. Rachel sighed and looked to Zulf. She felt she should say something, discuss plans, ask questions, but she was just so tired. "Tomorrow," she said. "I don't know where we go from here, but... tomorrow." She turned to move toward one of the beds but hesitated. Guilt squeezed her heart, and she twitched back to face him. "I'm sorry for what I said," she said. She didn't know if it was true- wouldn't she do the same thing again, if she had to?- but it felt good and right to say. "I'm sorry. And grateful. I..." she shook her head. "Tomorrow." Then she settled herself into the bed and, so quickly it surprised her, dropped into a deep and dreamless sleep.