She stands there with a polite nod of her head as he gives her leave to go. Hovering a moment. "Whatever it might be worth to you. Thank you for your kindness to me, Captain Galeni." It's strictly formal, that measure of a Queen, rather than a woman who had shared a meal with him. Something to cover just how vulnerable that woman might be.

But for the first time she had arrived, she didn't feel quite so exposed.

She turns away from him to the bedroom. Perhaps she has a lot of intentions for dressing down into night clothes, saying prayers, cleaning her knife, or even closing the door, but in the end - by the time he's done and passes back that way, she's out cold. The mistake is sitting down on the bed at least, feeling the warmth and something that wasn't unforgiving ground underneath her, that she topples like a great pillar under the weight of a storm. Lands where she falls and doesn't move. Asleep in his uniform still, on top of the blankets without the energy to get under them. One minute awake, heavy, so very, very heavy, every limb dragging her down in a quickly caught up exhaustion from running hard for three weeks without pause. Now that she finally can take that breath, she goes under that weight like a child's toy. Sprawled one leg on the ground still and the other on the bed, holding grimly onto the pillows.