Eliza had heard Wyatt talking to Kitty, and she looked in the mirror to check him. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, whirled around, and mumbled, "Morning. Did I wake you?" with an unsure smile flitting on her face.

She nervously walked back over to her bed, still pulling at her shirt absently, and sat across from Wyatt. "Do you feel okay?" The last word came out as a scream as Wyatt's wings popped out as he stretched. Eliza pulled her legs up onto the bed, as if afraid a mouse would climb up her pants. She knew he could fly but wings were a new addition. With a round of nervous laughter, Eliza slowly put her legs back onto the ground.

"Yeah, we're on the King's Ransom. Do you remember anything from last night? I guess you were pretty drunk...." She trailed off. Something about the light made the whole situation even more awkward.