Perhaps Ephrim is growing complacent, or perhaps he truly doesn't feel the need to lead this conversation, both of which mean he is growing far too tired. Not of this conversation, although he does want to make his way home, to bed, and then to whatever waits in the morning. Just tired.

It would be so easy. No one is so altruistic without reason. There's something to use here. Find it.

"And you, Rosinante," Ephrim says instead, bowing his head and walking back toward the bonfire.