[ Simple broth from the kitchen and bread to start, especially if he isn't feeling well. But she's brought some of her herbs, cold and hot water both, which she immediately sets to work on making him tea. It's no potion or tonic, but there's enough there to probably help some of the inevitable headache. ]

I do think that, given the circumstances, Cassandra would be understanding of you taking a few hours to gather yourself. And I'm just as capable of writing reports. I work with your men too. I could take the helm for a few hours.

[ She gives him a crooked smile, worn at the edges with concern. She can't force him to sleep and there's no guarantee that he'll be so blessed to find some. That, she knows. But even a small bit of help can't hurt, not when he's been run as ragged as he has.

Neria reaches up to cover his hand with hers. ]

Or you can sit here with me and we can do it together.

[ It's high time she take on more of the brunt work. She cannot solely be a commander in the field; if she is to be a part of this Inquisition, she should be taking her fair share of the weight. ]

We are partners, after all, no?