[One would think that after years of fighting Dorothea would be used to the idea of death by now, and yet here she is, the mere thought of this stranger dying here enough to weigh on her. So it’s no small relief to learn that the girl is still breathing, and Dorothea is far too exhausted to hide that fact.

It’s not something to dwell on for long, however; Syrlya brings up an important reminder that the quiet moment afforded to them now may not last long.]

Right. You had said something about soldiers… [She casts a quick glance in the direction Misa had first arrived from, worry quickly replacing her relief.] Is there somewhere safe we can get to from here? I don’t relish the idea of more fighting.