Mila can't help a yawn as they exit the judge's home. Straight from one set of problems into another, it seems, and the road's been long to get here.
She glances shyly to Zhandar. "I don't mind any, you want to split a room," she says. "A bed'd be nice. I gotta say, the bed back at the Professor's house was the fanciest I ever slept in and I kinda been dreamin' of another one like it."
Possibly this is not in the spirit of Erastilian faith, she muses, but she thinks the Stag Lord can't begrudge her the occasional feather pillow.
Park nods with Rajuna. "Enjoy the beds then ladies. Rajuna and I can do one more night with the wagon, just in case."