Her laughter is hollow, flat, and if she is a good leader, it has only ever been for her people to decide. "So often I would exchange worry for sleep."

She shakes her head briefly for it, those days were gone now. Spent in hours with the vedas on her lips, as close as she could get to rest for what was to come and what it was going to cost them all.

"I have to give it to our captors at present, they must be worrying about us just as much. Though I doubt our safety is their chief concern. We will need to work out something soon. This... as is, cannot continue for long to anyone's benefit."

Her tone is ambivalent, she doesn't fault them on it certainly, in their position, she'd worry about so many mouths to feed, the guards wasted in their containment.