[The response she gives is a noncommittal grunt - yes, she's tired, but she's happy. It's not the kind of exhaustion they must be feeling. Hers is a tiredness after working hard on a lengthy project, and being proud of its completion and success. It's the elated feeling of basking in what you've done and letting it wash over you as you get to experience the fruits of your labor. A good workout, perhaps, or the fresh feeling after a bath (not like she'd know that one, this filthy cretin).
Her eyes open and she gives the Drifter a look, not really pointed, but there's a hint in those dark eyes that her weariness is nothing compared to theirs, and that she needs less rest than they do. Her recovery will only take perhaps until the next dawn, afternoon latest - when the sun is at its peak - but they'll take much, much longer. So they should rest now, and not push themselves so hard. Drift, yes, but perhaps into a restful quiet? It'd be good for them to enjoy some peace for once, and not feel the pressure to keep moving.]
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Her eyes open and she gives the Drifter a look, not really pointed, but there's a hint in those dark eyes that her weariness is nothing compared to theirs, and that she needs less rest than they do. Her recovery will only take perhaps until the next dawn, afternoon latest - when the sun is at its peak - but they'll take much, much longer. So they should rest now, and not push themselves so hard. Drift, yes, but perhaps into a restful quiet? It'd be good for them to enjoy some peace for once, and not feel the pressure to keep moving.]