[Saber makes a sound that's an answer at first. Clear not being the word she would look for, not when her own Master seemed to have a habit of running off. But although he said he took it seriously he did not seem to care much for most of the matters-- perhaps because it was her he took seriously and not the actual business he put himself into. A conundrum she still wasn't entirely clear on.

She keeps her base, emerald eyes peering around the landscape with lips pressed tightly together.] I would not deny the comforts a warm bed and full stomach would bring someone.

[It's a simple answer brought from a girl who was used to seeing men go into battle. Driven from place to place and battlefield to battlefield with only the comforts of a warm fire, game, and wherever they could sleep to pass the time. Laughter stifling the darkness of the battles to come.] They have earned their peace for tonight, tomorrow will bring forth another journey for them...