Nerva groans as she wakes - every muscle in her body feeling overworked and sore, and her head is still fuzzy with sleep. She raises a hand to rub over her eyes as she sits upright, sliding her legs off the side of the bed. The light was quite a bit brighter than it should have been - usually she woke just before the dawn, but now it was bright and warm and definitely, definitely too late. What did she even--

The knowledge dawns on her like a cold bucket being poured down her spine, because she can tell she's not alone. Someone is in the bed with her. Slowly, quietly, she reaches for her sword - which, thankfully, is actually there this time.

So when she stands and turns to face her intruder (except she's pretty sure this isn't her room), she is standing completely naked with a long, unsheathed blade pointing at her "companion".

The look of shamed disgust makes her look queasy.

"Get. Up."