[... It is hard. As he had conceded to her before, that very first time she allowed him to speak to her through the shards that were now embedded in their chests. She knows it is.

And she has been lurking slightly in the muddled communion Estinien sent out, observing if not speaking. Even if she thinks going to Achamoth to save two people is foolish and risky... she feels no need to say it when so many have already. He had given her his word, and she will trust in it... and right now-]

Here.

[She pulls from her saddlebag a thick piece of cured game jerky, some of the fare she had been surviving on in her bitter seclusion on the misty forest floors of Lohkimareen. Ripping the piece in two, she hands the larger to him, insistent.]

You will addle your mind if you keep using your shard to talk to that many people at once. Eat and let it settle.

[... She almost tells him to sleep, but. Perhaps that would be particularly unwelcome now, after the forced slumber of the Innocent. If she phrases it another way-]

I will need to sleep eventually. Do you tire?