Astra chuckles, her voice lowering to just above a whisper as the tiredness hits her harder, "I must be easy to read then, if you know my worries so easily" she yawns again and settles in more, feeling the pull of a heavy sleep.

Jacob remains quiet for most of the walk, keeping his attention mostly on the tinkerer, even as they visit other people. Though, he appeared genuinely relieved as they visited Dante, and saw that he was better and recovering. As she turned to him, he smiles softly, "It is all the worst cases. All the bumps and bruises, and all of the scrapes and scratches. They've all been addressed. Even the lady Astra, to my ears, has gone down to rest." He turns more fully towards her, "Little lady, it appears, all that is left to attend to, is your own health."