With a low grumble she rolled over, content to listen to him for once. "All right, all right," she mumbled quietly, tossing an arm over her eyes.
There were two soft, slow knocks at the door then. Awiergan lifted her head, squinting at it from under her arm and pondering for a moment if it was a confused drunk or some legitimate business. Had Atlas and Shadow gotten loose somehow?
"Luca," she spoke slowly, brow furrowed as she dropped her arm and looked to him thoughtfully. "Could you see who that is? Probably nothing, just- If it's about the horses..." She trailed off, shaking her head distractedly in thought.
The man who'd been following them was on the other side, the urge to get a closer look at his prey too enticing to maintain his distance any longer. He had no means to harm the merman or even coerce him unless he might follow him on his word alone, but he operated under the assumption that he'd have an easier time capturing him later if he knew a familiar face.