[Trevor why are you like this.]

You're not going to insist the poor woman sleep in the same drafty fucking hole in the ground that nearly killed her.

[This is a hilariously weak argument and he knows it. Sypha, the Speaker who's spent her life sleeping under wagons, Sypha the magician who just fucking let herself down a secret passage under Gresit? But he's very obviously flustered in a way Trevor has rarely seen. It's all he's got.]