Q'uila has excellent sense for the tide of battle and what is a conversation if not a verbal battle? And this is one conversation she cannot see herself winning anytime soon.

"Aye, I suppose though it feels like the mantle does not quite fit correctly." Her ears twitch at Thanatos' semi-stifled yawn and she shoots him a look of concern, "Are you sure you do not wish me to carry you, I could get us back to the train in under a minute from where we are now?"