When Niamh awoke, her skin was damp, her clothes were rumpled, and her hair and eyelashes were speckled with dew. She yawned sleepily and stretched, noting that the sun was barely peaking over the horizon.
She swung her legs off the hammock and slipped her boots on, changed her outfit, and combed her hair. Then she grabbed her instruments and the tin cup (which she had emptied into her coin pouch the night before), and headed back into the tavern.
She opened the door and found Robert walking into the back room.
"Hey, Rob," she called, amused. "How 'bout something to eat?"