[Nil's posture shifts slightly and she looks over to the skely man tending to the snow. She lets out a soft sigh. It would make sense that they weren't full and complete. Trench did seem like the type of place where death loomed constant. She didn't have to like it, but it was there.]

I see. [There is audible disappointment, but she's not going to continue to press the argument.]

Then, if I were to make a request, may you please see that they are given a proper rest when their work is finished? I think that would be only respectful.

[She is well aware that she had no leverage to ask such a thing, but if nothing else she wanted to ask.]