Mirrah shook her hands, biting her lip and shutting her eyes as a tiny and quite vain effort to just filter out Dusk's voice. Possible Dusk himself. "I can't take this anymore!" she seethed. Seeing how Wilhelm obviously hadn't gotten his daily dose of caffeine this morning and didn't even have the notion of helping out Mirrah in his mind, Mirrah couldn't think of anything else but to put some distance between her and the stubborn pirate. Before she succumbed to the urge to strangle her savior to death, anyway.

Mirrah turned sharply away from Dusk, facing the hermit with a strained attempt at a smile. "Mrs. Phsara, thank you very much for your hospitality. And sorry for the disturbance early this morning. Both Wilhelm and I feel well enough and I'm glad to say that we're fit enough to leave!"

"Hey, hold on--"

Mirrah ignored the pirate, still wearing her twisted glare of a smile, and bowed deeply before Phsara. At least she was genuinely grateful to someone. "We'll pack up soon and be on our way!" Her reached a new pitch for every word. She turned sharply again, finding it hard to keep from doing anything but rigid movements, to where Wilhelm had disappeared to. Though she still held a somewhat polite smile on her face, her voice was close to a loud shout. "I'LL PACK YOUR THINGS FOR YOU WILHELM!"

She didn't bother waiting to see or hear Wilhelm's response. Mirrah only spun on her heels, sharply, and made a quick march towards the doorway back inside the hermitage.

"I said hold on a second!" Then came the unwanted trail of footsteps following her inside. "Where're you goin'?"

"I'm going down the mountain! What's it look like!"

"Great! We're goin' the same way, then."

"Great! I honestly don't care!"

Mirrah reminded herself not to kick things out of place as she moved her rage storm inside, fuming all the while at the fact that Phsara's house had no doors for Mirrah to slam shut. She swung herself into the study. "To think that I, even momentarily, considered..."

"Listen, Mirrah, your not gonna get rid of me, got that?"

She spun around, Dusk having to stop himself short before running face first into Mirrah. "I really don't care what you do with yourself! But I'm not going with you to that Gunner's place or whatever! You can't make me!" She spun around again before Dusk had a chance to reply, and stormed her way towards the desk where all of Wilhelm's suitcase was sprawled out across the surface. Dusk's footsteps hadn't followed her in.

"Yeah, well, I'm still comin' with, no matter what you say."

"Fine! Whatever, just stop--Stop talking for like five minutes okay?" And then in a smaller voice, "Or I'm gonna have to pound you til you stop!"

Mirrah already took to throwing the various instruments and materials into various boxes and drawers, not paying much attention to where they were meant to go nor how carefully she should have handed the tools. Wilhelm could reorganize his own stuff later at his own pace, preferably somewhere without pesky, dumb faced, annoying...

She already filed away most of the objects and whatever before she noticed that Dusk, surprisingly, had listened to Mirrah's request for silence and, though he still remained like a statue guarding the doorway, had his mouth sealed shut in a frown. She only gave him a sideways glance before returning back to cleaning off Wilhelm's desk at a much slower and less noisy pace.

"Who was that lady anyway?"

Mirrah turned her gaze back to Dusk, frowning though not quite as unforgiving as she was earlier. Of course she wasn't expecting the man to hold his silence the entire five minutes... "What's it to you?"

He scoffed, his eyes drifting to the few items left on the table before Mirrah swept them off in a symphony of clacking noises. "It's somethin' to me, okay? Can you just tell me what her name is?"

Mirrah made a face, swinging the lid shut. Dusk did act a bit strange last night the entire time Lorena was around. Not that it was any of her business... She took a glance back towards Dusk. "She's Wilhelm's client. Lorena Setha'elle."

The face Dusk made was something close to surprise. "Lorena?"

"She wanted to meet with Phsara, so that's what we did. And that's why we're here."

"...She wanted to meet with the hermit?" He took a glance out the window, frowning. Though Mirrah knew he was going to ask, the look on his face told her that he already had a hunch. "What for?"

Mirrah let out a sigh. "How are we supposed to know? We don't pry into other people's lives. If they don't wanna tell us their secrets, we won't bother them. It's only polite." She paused, eyeing Dusk again with a sneer. "Unlike some people."

Mirrah leaned down, slipping one arm through a strap and hoisted the box over her shoulder. Lifting it was easy enough, but once the weight had settled against her back, Mirrah let out a light gasp, stumbling forward a bit. W-What the hell's in this box?! Bricks?! She lifted her eyes towards Dusk. Thankfully, the man was looking elsewhere, the misplaced contemplative expression drawn on his face. She tossed the weight on her back slightly, simply refusing to give the box a piggyback as long as she and the pirate were in the same room. How does he make it look so easy...? Biting back her lip and the pain in her shoulders, Mirrah made a casual if not rushed trek back towards the door, maneuvering around the pirate with careful balance.

She paused at the doorway, taking a glance back towards the pirate. Just before she left to pick up Wilhelm, Dusk had muttered to himself, "Wasn't her name..."