“So you avoid my question, then? I think that is as clear of an answer as any.” Rareth remarked. It was clear that she would not be getting anywhere by speaking to the Facilitator, though that did not mean she was done. It merely meant that she would have to direct her efforts elsewhere. 

This time, after the Facilitator stepped away, Rareth did not seem to have a problem wearing some of her frustration openly. She stepped up and took a moment to speak to Vreta and Freyr. “Why does it seem like I care more about Human lives than most of the Humans here?” She commented with a low growl. “We are going to need your reports on what happened in the Cradle. I have your recording, Vreta, but I think we will need your assessments all the same. Still, just don’t push yourselves too much and try to focus on recovering. I am going to see about getting both of you proper medical attention. We really do not know what might have happened to you in there. Now, I have some calls of my own to make.” 

Vreta could certainly sympathize with the desire to get to work right away, but he had to admit that he felt mentally exhausted, with his body not being far behind. Everything he went through in the Cradle took quite a toll. “How are you holding up?” Vreta asked quietly to Freyr.