"I'm all right," she assures him, or tries. "It's only a little close in here, and it made me weary."

The dimness of the room-light seems more so, especially mixed with the scent of vegetables from the harvest-displays, vegetables like the ones in the storeroom she'd been locked in. Susan ignores that the same way she's been ignoring the pull of the door that aches her bones, as best she can, and gives him a little smile.

"Mayhap I'd do better with a bit of fresh air, is all."