As much as you can, [Lenore agrees, with a soft and grateful smile.] But at least here there's less urgency and more people to help. If you could carry Gideon. Leave the rest to other hands.

[Lenore's not carrying anything. She's done enough, she thinks, and she's not sure she can manage carrying more than her own weight anyway.] I need to eat. I'll come seek the two of you out once I've eaten something and perhaps have had a chance to lie down.

[Her sorrow has come back with her fatigue, weighing heavy on her, as she simply no longer has the energy to keep up a pleasant facade.]