[The silence is longer this time, Thrawn again returning to the comfort of that cold compress without speaking or acknowledging what's been said. When finished, the rag is deposited back into the basin— glacial fingers lifting to wipe the last trails of condensation from his cheeks.

He offers no readable expression when he turns. No commentary, no insight.]

If you require rest, now would be the time to take it. I will compile the information we've acquired and begin comparing it with the rest of our intel thus far.