Minerva shakes her head, "sorry Caleb, just... just a nightmare," she says rather quietly, but noted the cracked lips. As she got up, she handed Caleb a small jar, "a balm for your lips," she says. Minerva herself was still dressed, she always was, but she had to adjust the cloth wrap she wore around her head, leaving her eyes and some of her hair as really the only thing visible.

Taking a short moment, Minerva mentally focuses herself before leaving the caravan's cart, it was a morning ritual she did every day, the caravaners were used to it by now, same with her keeping covered, "Did Garen need me for anything?" she asks Caleb after a moment.