River holds Gull close and gives Gamb a truly ferocious glare. It's the most expression any of you have seen from the strange undine and it's probably a good thing that she isn't an ifrit or Gambino would be a pile of ashes on the floor by now.
She follows along behind, whispering to Gull as they go and occasionally looking up to shoot more filthy loks at Gamb's back.
At the 'inn' River puts a coin in the ifrit's hand and sweeps Gull towards a corner of the room. She doesn't even look back even when the ifrit opens their hand and reveals a wide silver coin emblazoned with the crowned spire of Light.
Benedetto makes sure Drook gets settled then lays down to rest, but he's far to tight-wound to sleep. Instead he lays awake, wondering just what's really going on, what they can do about it, counting the hours until, hopefully, most watchers will be asleep.
Corsa sighs as she sinks into a cot nearby Benedetto. "I knew coming back to the city would be difficult but it has already proved worse than I imagined it would," she she says quietly to no one in particular.
She lays in bed for a bit before she gets up and leans against the wall. Corsa begins polishing her armor, knowing she is too tightly wound at the moment to get any good rest.