She pushed the tied pendants away, and pulled the dyed ones closer. The first--the Glare--she set about tying, taking a deep breath and settling into her work.

She found, in the end, that she was too damn tired to focus. "Screw it--I'll sleep," she muttered, pushing up and moving off to her bed--a mat of straw across the ground. One large-beaked yawn later and she was out cold, breathing evenly and heavily as she slept.