At first, Ione is going to say something like I was just facepalming because of the fact that the pseudo-dragons think that breaking cups is a noise to mimic but she realizes that's not the question being asked, exactly. Her immediate response to the hatchlings isn't what they're talking about so much as the fact she looks like she hasn't slept in a year.

"Tired," she answers instead, but she's smiling faintly. "Kind of emotionally fatigued because it's -- there was a lot. These guys help." There's another scritch for her friend she hasn't named yet, who has stopped shrieking, and then she turns the smile onto Gerae briefly before focusing it back on Sasha. "Are you?"