At Mark's comment, Tha'ael winces in embarrassment and and curses herself for being so obvious.  "I just meant that, if we're 'bout to end up in a bloody pit, perforated like her ladyship's pincushion, it'd have been nice to have enjoyed one last night in the realm of the living."  The pipe hangs from her full, dusky lips, a frown of consternation wrinkling her angular black eyebrows.<br/><br/>As it smolders and dies, she taps it out on her palm and brushes the soot away.  "Yea, I too am with Analise's mind.  Let's set them back a bit."