"Rise and shine, Princey boy," Trest said, a trolling grin upon his face as he shook her by the shoulder. "Come on, before the rabbit stew gets cold." It was a joke, a terrible one, but he could't help himself as he chuckled. "Actually, we don't have enough money for breakfast, so you'll have to wait until night fall for us to eat again. Now come on, get up sleepy head. The caravan will be leaving within the hour and we gotta pack this place up."