Surina nods her agreement. "May Essembri, Palientar, and ....." she pauses a moment, as though she is straining to remember, before continuing, "Issostle guide our path tomorrow." She is careful to thank their hosts for the meal and a place to stay. She raises a brow ridge at Brother Pelegon's antics: she has not missed that he is consuming less than usual. She keeps her eyes out for the lizardfolk younglings and, if they are around, engages them in conversation (and even play) if they are amenable. She will retire to the sleeping place early and spend a while in prayer before settling in for the night.