"Mmm."

Sleepy, musing, he settles in. Rosana, meanwhile, turns her face away and tucks her nose back into her tail. She's settling herself in as well--back to sleep. She doesn't have anything to add to the conversation. Darras, meanwhile, rests his hand on Yseult's, holding it against his side, and stares in bleary thought up at the ceiling.

"Tough one, that," he says after a moment. "Are they the type to let that happen?"