"I suppose you do stand around and look pretty quite well when you're not pouting." Filters, where are they? Not around at the moment. She's too tired and too stressed but- he will sleep and she will meditate in the interim to make certain Justice does not get ideas and the shadow of a demon lingering about will fuck all the way off.

All of the way off.

She stands, tugging his hands after her in lieu of talking for the moment. Off to a quiet (relatively) nook of the tents there is a single cot well away from coughing patients and the research area, piled high with pillows and quilts. "Shall I fetch Purrelden to rest with you- or would you like to sleep on your own?"