"And I would fly with you," he says, lifting his mug once more, a faint smirk to his expression. "The thought has also kept me company, during quiet moments of the day."

Skellig draws the plate closer to her, puts food in front of her - he has already eaten himself, lightly, but he will still join her to break bread no matter the hour.

"Once we have both rested." He looks at her, looks her over - he can see the fatigue in her features, the exhaustion in her expression. He sighs quietly, tearing a piece of flatbread with his hands. "I gather today was...difficult. I would hear of it, if you would wish to speak."