[ Adelis defends himself--rightfully--and Trahearne frowns. Ah, that's right. It's like if someone apologized to him for being sylvari. Did it matter? He didn't know any other way of life.

Adelis keeps talking, but Trahearne's mind keeps going. He reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. Partially out of sympathy. Partially to keep himself upright. ]

Then you have my sympathies. I am glad for both of us that we are here now, and not among the putrid sands and rotting structures of a forsaken land. I hope you are making the most of it. [ And not getting sunburnt in the process.

...Ah, right. He asked a question, didn't he? Trahearne studies him for a moment before answering-- ]

...I have slept.

[ But not saying how much. Or when. Or really answering the question at all. ]