Inessa, even more pale than usual, has barely said anything during the initial journey away from the town. Her panic attack in the cave has left her drained and with that thousand-yard stare which even Garahel couldn't shake. The mabari was likewise subdued, no energetic antics or pleas for attention/food.

This state of affairs doesn't change that much once they stop for the night. Knowing she should try to sleep, Inessa can't bring herself to do it. The nightmares, already less than stellar thanks to her Grey Warden nature, will doubtless be horrific tonight. Maybe she can just...never sleep again. Yeah. So, despite the bone-deep weariness that's making it difficult to do more than rest her head on her arms, she lingers. Garahel's plopped down at their feet, yawning.

"What are you having?"