Lexa's nod is immediate but slow, understanding Avery's particular annoyance with the snails, now. At the demurral, she replies with a shallow shrug of her own.

"Keeping a force that large fed so high in the mountains isn't easy." And she would know, though the Avvar are much more practiced at it, adapted to need little that doesn't come from the mountains to begin with. But still. "I'm sure the Inquisition appreciates your assistance. As we have on this journey."