“Exhausting, is what it is,” Iona says softly. And honestly. Even though she’s been in the Quarantine for a little while now, it doesn’t make the memory of Adamant any less sharp. Doesn’t make it haunt her dreams any less. And here she is, somewhere relatively calm. And safe, to a degree. A vacation she doesn’t deserve.

“Impeccably dressed and in very good company,” she retorts with a lopsided grin, pushing aside her melancholy and trying as best she can to avoid dwelling, and thinking about certain things in general.

“It’s... certainly interesting. Different. But interesting.” There’s a considerable amount to learn. Which she appreciates. It gives her something to do when she’s avoiding sleep.