"Whatever this is, it hasn't struck me," she replies, because something in this world or her own is merciful though she doesn't have the energy to really think too much about it, what it might be down to, why them and not her. For all the moments of weakness where she wishes she could see and hear what they do so that she might understand it better, someone has to be able to help them and that's what she'll keep doing.

At least she's used to sleeping in bursts rather than all at once.

"I grew up by the docks at home, I've seen fever hallucinations and this looks very strange, Korrin said things to me about spirits, and demons too, that she could hear them? Forgive me, I am not a mage, trying to even understand how the shard in my hand connects to the Veil and the Fade gets complicated and I was fetching her," she jerks her head at Korrin, "from an escape to the tavern because 'she liked the noise. I am glad there are those who are at least sensible and noble in their escape attempts." But at least she does try to sound teasing, and offers Korrin a small smile when she says it.