"Okay, yeah. You're right. I... actually hadn't thought about that all," Glimmer says with a touch of genuine contrition in her voice, because it's true. She hasn't thought of anything because she is so fucking tired. She groans and rubs at her eyes, nods again.

"I'll start packing the gryphons up, I guess. Or I can help with the tent, if you want to handle the gryphons, Ellie?" She forces another mouthful of bland breakfast into her mouth. Soon they'll be back at the Gallows with proper food and proper beds and proper baths, Gods willing.