It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Lady Kima identifies one of the thralls, a dwarf, as a former companion of hers. you asks Scanlan to distract Kima for a moment.
DM: Kima steps in at this point and says, "I agree. (sigh) We have quite a journey ahead of us." At which point, Clarota pipes up and says, "Indeed. We're not too far from Yug'Voril. Let us rest."
Player: Kima. I... just wanted to apologize.
DM: "What for?"
Player: I came across too harshly that night.
DM: She puts her hand up and... in a matronly way. "It's honestly not a worry. War is stressful, and all of us have been through a lot for this experience. I understand. I've been where you've been, and it's not uncommon to question everything around you, and with good reason: that's what keeps you alive. Were you to believe every person that crossed your path, you would not have made it past your 15th season. I can assure you, as best as I can, that I mean the best for all of us. I just know that if we don't do what we're here to do, far more people will suffer than the few I've brought down here to protect me and for me to protect. I'm not asking for your trust. I'm just asking for your patience."
Player: Well, I can grant you that. Only if you promise to grant us respect in return, because I feel you were a little untrusting of what we were doing up front, which I once again understand.
DM: "You caught me at a rough time."
Player: Same here.
DM: "Well, thank you."
