[ Finally, with just a touch of reluctance, she opens her eyes once more. While she would like nothing more than to find a place within Ishgard's walls that might serve as a refuge of sorts, she knows she is too unsettled by the notion that the Exarch and his people are facing a dire situation and that there is nothing she can do to assist. ]

I have no doubts that you are resilient, but I- [ She turns so that she is looking at him in full now, and she knows her worry is plain on her face. ] I feel as though I must fret on your behalf.

[ And she is certain that she will continue to do so, even though other matters might temporarily take the forefront in her mind. Until she finally meets him and his people in the flesh, she knows she will fret and worry, but also pray for their safety and well-being. ]

I'm sorry, your idea is a good one. [ She is just too unsettled now to conjure up the calmness needed for such an exercise. ]