That dry remark gets a slight quirk of Sonia's mouth, more an acknowledgment than real humor, but certainly not disapproving. There's something bold about her that Sonia likes. That sort of makes up for her being Orlesian.

"Mm." There's just a slight creak in her voice as she sinks down to her shoulders, another breath escaping as a sigh. Could she sleep here? Maybe the other woman would even do her a favor and keep her from drowning. "Yes, of a sort. That's the pretext, at any rate."