Phaing will sleep long and deeply, afterwards, a full night's rest and then some. It does her a world of good; she is even healed up (ring) from the whipping and any minor things that might have happened with Arachne.
Bright and chipper, she will bounce out of bed and wash herself off with whatever water she can find. Phaing will discard most of her tattered and smelly clothing, saving only a couple of leather straps and small pouches. With nothing on but a smile, she will then scoop up her staff and launch into a quick little practice session that looks like this;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75ZzQpYigRQThe room itself is probably too small, its safer in any case for her to do it out in the hallway.
Once done with that, she returns to Arachne ready to start a new day. "Thanks so much, for everything. I suppose that ... bah! Enough about me. I find you to be fascinating, now more so than ever.
Ah.... is this a breach of Drow propriety? I don't mean to pry, but I am curious about you, and how you came to be so... accomplished. You really knocked my socks off last night.
Well, if I HAD any, you would have.
Speaking of that, I still need something frivolous to wear to the arena, something that even an Orc would find taunting. They don't seem to think very highly of me, might as well capitalize on that."