He reached out to follow the stuff as it was taken, relenting with a sigh a moment later but still keeping an eye on it. There were letters in there he couldn't risk falling into the wrong hands, and he'd need to burn after they were answered, and there were notes in there that could be valuable. Or could be useless. Red lyrium was a nightmare.

"I've eaten nugs," he muttered before taking a breath and trying to push back his mood. Somedays were just like this, when everything settled in on him and weighed him down, when he thought he might never get anywhere or make a healthy difference. The party had been nice... but it had been hugely indulgent.

"I do appreciate many little things. But there's so many big things that aren't going to solve themselves, or get better on their own. There are so many wars going on, and not just the one against Corypheus or the one waged by mages and Templars across the lands. Relaxing, taking too much time... It feels selfish. Like it's not my right."