Fiona had struggled to hide a cringe when Tobias chose to butt in on her attempt at speaking with Hugh. She had no idea how that would go over with him, and here she'd been trying to do her best at being gentle and avoiding anything that might be a touchy subject. As it turned out, she didn't need to be worried, as Hugh seemed to brush it off easily enough. That was good.

However, he didn't seem very interested in hearing anything she had to say. She thought she caught him checking out mentally for most of what she said, which left her feeling a little awkward. The effort had been made to help, at least. If he didn't care for her opinion, that was his choice. She supposed it was foolish of her to expect otherwise. She was still too young, or something along those lines. At least he was going to talk with Sana, now that she'd taken the time to hopefully clear her head. It wasn't Fiona's problem, and she had no intention of making it her problem.

Moving back alongside Tobias and the cart, she caught the end of Vaeri's question and prepared to roll her eyes at Tobias's response. The actual answer wasn't so bad, though she doubted Tobias would provide it.

"We should pick up the pace a little, I think," Fiona suggested, looking out at the looming clouds. "If we want to find shelter before we get drenched, that is."