"I am not yet a pauper," she arched a brow at Dhein. "Not quite at least. I am sure I can afford at least a brief stay in Thunder--aah," she thought back to the unfortunate shenanigans at the tauren city with a wince, "perhaps that is not the best... well, Orgrimmar, then. I don't know if it would be smart to try and transport it across the sea, though I imagine the Undercity would be well equipped..."
She shook her head, aware she may have started rambling, and tried to reign in her thoughts to some sort of coherent conclusion, "My point being, that you look as though you could use a proper bed, but we still need more time with this anomaly. Unless you have an alternative...?"
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunder storm. And these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."