[It is very likely, very probable, that she has yet to really understand just what has transpired. To her, this is all very routine. She has nightmares. She can't sleep. She makes herself useful and does her best to ensure that she doesn't take notice of anything untoward. And eventually, she returns home. Sometimes she attempts sleep again. Most of the time she does not.

Being greeted by the glow as she's pausing in the doorway, she hesitates before entering, setting hand atop the pommel of her sword. A thief, perhaps? Couldn't be someone intentional, she's sure. There are few who know of her residence and even fewer who would rightfully be visiting her at this hour when it seems like Reverein is in the midst of a dead sleep. Which is where she should probably be.

Finding Dohalim at the table with tea no less is probably the very last thing she's anticipated. Audibly, she sighs. Is that relief? Perhaps something very close to it. But it's interesting that he knows what she was doing. Perhaps he's seen her do it before. Or perhaps it's because he knows her so well. It's not as if Beatrix being on patrol is anything new, after all.]

Are you having difficulty with something? Just because we are—

[As per the usual, her words don't fully come out because she's simply not good at being forward. Instead, she removes her sword belt and its accoutrements before she moves to take the chair across from him. It doesn't take her long to reach for the tea.]

It is late, Dohalim. Thank you for the tea. What are you doing here?