Solanne sighed as she lay down in her designated bed at the inn. Things were finally winding down after their little expedition earlier in the day. Everyone else had wandered off into their own little corners and she was left to her own devices once again. Dinner and bed, that was her life these days.

“Not that I can complain too much,” she said aloud to herself. “This gig isn’t as bad as I thought it’d be honestly. Still wish I was back home though.”

That brought a grin to the Crimson Hound’s face. Crossing her legs and folding her arms behind her head, she stared at the ceiling in silence now. Yes, the children at the orphanage were always happy to see her. Especially…well, best not to think about that right now, lest she keep herself awake all night along.

Chuckling, the redhead slowly closed her eyes and let sleep take her at last. Before she passed out, she had a brief thought about Hazel and Harley. No doubt the Black Devil would try something on her little Spell Spitter.

“Eh, I’ll let her handle it herself,” she mumbled sleepily. “She’s a big girl now…”