Shaela was up early in search of something to eat before returning to the room to help Morag. She hadn't slept well the night before, tossing when she even attempted to close her eyes, usually just staring into the blackness of the room as she thought about her upcoming birthday.
Exhausted, she didn't realize she was heading down several wrong directions before nearly running into another servant. They weren't overly close, not exactly friends either, but they knew each other's names and she smiled.
"Sorry, morning, Anthony. You're up early." She was too, but it seemed innocent enough.