[He tilts a look in her direction, something measured in it. Maybe that's an illusion created by being wholly unable to see Lyr's dour expression, or maybe the sullen look is more theater than his examination is. Regardless, there's very little real judgement in the air between them - just... observation measured by the sound of their foot steps in the tilled soft earth.]

If that's all there is, then we might be in trouble. Luck then that you're not seeing the full picture. [Which even he'll allow sounds like cryptic rubbish.] For example, I'm wouldn't say optimistic is really the best word for Rhan al'Mira; consider that she just finds honey more effective than vinegar.

[Not that he shares the the sentiment:] You're right though. You are making a mess. Fortunately disasters make excellent camouflage for the rest of us.