"Neither have I."

Clarisse frowns, looking down at her lap. She wants to say something useful about moving Barrow to a more secure location (where would that be, though? the dungeons?) for the duration of... this, but it's hard to pin down a fully coherent thought. She feels foggy, a little sick to her stomach.

"What are our next steps?" she settles on after a bit. "He shouldn't stay here."