Sonia opens her mouth to reply and just -- exhales, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Byerly, I'm just -- " Exhausted, freezing, wrung out, stomach clenching around hunger pangs... "Just a little tired."

Damn this weather. If only it weren't so cold, so frigging windy that she can't even sleep away the rest. She's almost tempted to see if she can find somewhere in this cave to curl up for the night, maybe convince Gavalas not to bring her back to her tent. Might be worth a try.