Fallon looks at the merchant with a soft nod.  "That must be difficult..."  she eyes Senna subtly, her secretive smile melting slowly.  She bites her lower lip gently and attempts to seem busy checking the crates.  Senna is the best to discuss such things, certainly... she glances around at the remaining crew, taking a long breath of resignation.  "Suppose we can't rightly stop tonight, though..." she murmurs looking at the road beyond the stable's doors.