"S'alright," she protests, though she is a little bit bored, and part of her is wistfully thinking of that mattress that she's still fully intending on making Eskel sleep on. One night of sleep on a leather bedroll after multiple sleepless ones hasn't completely erased her sleep debt, and while she can function perfectly well right now, she'd love a nap.

Still, she stands, straightening her pretty embroidered blouse, and cracks her neck. "How long is the trek to get to...where we're going?"