If your mind isn't numbed from it all.

[She takes the fact that her companion has broken from their task as permission to take a proper break, herself, and takes a long swig of water from a flask. Then she rubs one of the patches of scales on her face, grumbling indistinctly. They are dry and itchy. The rest of her skin sweats just fine...]

A goal is nice; I prefer having fun on the way there.