[Andrew doesn't look well, though fresh air, at least, isn't hurting. She's sitting facing the no-longer-smoking rubble that used to be the grotto, expression a series of flat lines that make her angular face look distant and untouchable.

Well, chances are it'll be back to normal tomorrow, no matter how offended Ish had seemed when he'd flounced from the promenade. The same can probably be said for her.]

I may do nothing but sleep when I return to my suite, but all that matters is that I get there. [She glances up at him.] No need to carry me this time.