Arete tiredly listened to him, feeling more drained the more he spoke. She slowly gave a nod to the first mission, and the second one. With a soft sigh, she finished some more tea, trying to ignore the sting in her eyes. She felt like breaking down and crying, not dealing with more people. Arete tiredly relaxed, the intense cold fading slightly as she drank the rest of the tea. He continued speaking and she listened, too tired to put up any argument or interruption.