Darma told us to go to him for answers but never specified what questions we're meant to ask, [ she points out. ] Unless she just means any and all questions we would have asked her.

[ Scrambling sounds about right. Hand off the reins to someone else; but does that someone else know they're being called upon to do so? Or will they show up at Nadril unannounced and uninvited? Sounds like the latter, unless they get more information in the coming days (or weeks — they still don't know how long they're going to be up here). ]

Not that it matters. [ She exhales, almost resigned but wearily amused that she is. ] I'll go regardless. Assuming I'm reunited with my horse.