While Raven and Monty were busy mingling back at the mansion, the others left at the nameless inn had their own struggles to get through. Being informed of their parentage must've finally settled their heart and yet the only thing it had managed to do was rouse a fire that had nearly extinguished.
However, the worst of it was not felt by the people suffering through those tides of emotions, instead, it was those on whom rested the grim silence. Moxy, she knew how things were and the direness of the situation. Everyone had their woes and being surrounded by it, she too could feel a strange pressure bogging her emotions.
Laying in bed and flopping around, she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tried, it was almost as if a phantom was closing in on her yet the hands of which she could only sense and not see at all. Growing uneasy from feeling such a way, she sat upright on the bed and looked to the other side of the room where Choux was sleeping soundly.
