Nari shook her head with a smile, "It's all right, really. I've actually... kind of gotten used to the odd hours." Although drifting between sleeping to waking in the insular atmosphere of the tent, the slow small changes in the light, all lit softly by the green glow of the shard... it made time pass strangely. She took the offered bread and cheese gratefully, and when Beleth rested a encouraging hand on her arm, she reached to cover it with her own, squeezed gently.

"Serranas, lethallan." The hunter chewed thoughtfully for a moment, looking over to where her daggers rested within easy reach. "For all that I was worried... nobody's come to blame her. Or even to try to hurry her recovery for answers about what happened."