Rolling awake, Penny frowned as she swiped at the strands of her hair that had gotten stuck to her face. Sleeping under a tree with the thin, almost cheap sleeping bag wasn't exactly the most comfortable rest, but she wasn't going to complain. It was through sheer luck that Gryphon had a spare set of supplies in his bag of holding, and she was already grateful he had leant them too her without any strings attached.
Besides... Despite her comfortable room back in Putrix, penny was no stranger to poor night sleeps. There were many a time where she had no other choice but to sleep in an alley or under a bridge. And of course, Penny once had no choice but to sleep under the corpses of her own parents.
Shaking her head to disperse the thought, the wayward thief suddenly found herself ill. Penny took a slow breath, forcing the sensation down. She had long since learned how to push through things like this—memories that clawed at her when she least expected it.