[ Her laugh is high, and delighted at the practical suggestion. ]

I do not think the Warden was ever worried about being tracked. We have a way of...drawing attention on the battlefield. However I will take your suggestion under advisement. There is no need to smoke, particularly now, hm?

[ Her eyes flash, though, with something akin to surprise at the implied request. Hayame had... always been hesitant, like a spooked creature that needed to be soothed — time, and patience were required — but here she was... now.

She did not smile but gestured to the pillows within her small pavilion. ]

Please, feel free to rest. How long has it been, since you slept?

[ And perhaps she could help her with those burrs? And her tangled mane? She'd clearly been going for a while. ]