[ Yenh held her own doubts about this escort mission close to her chest. Lyse had expressed a moment of concern to no one in particular, muttering a question about if it was a setup for an ambush. At this point, the Warrior of Light knew better than to trust anyone further than she could throw them. Which, given the whole blessed aspect of her being, was decently further than your average person. But it’s not far enough. ]

[ She contemplates her inner roadmap of Gyr Albania. ]

Not too terrible a journey And I’ve brought additional rations, should it prove your provisions are meant wholly for show. Or are for the wildlife. [ And then Yenh closes her eyes—and immediately falls asleep where she is sprawled, head still propped up on her hand. ]