Isaera is content to watching the others work, trying to get a massive makeshift pavillion for the ogre to work.. in drizzling rain.

She hasn't really much to do but meditate or keep to her own wandering thoughts. A tent in a swamp was no place to be trying to make alchemical concoctions or magic devices, especially since she had no lab or materials to work with.

When the young man leaves their tent, she comments, "Well that was pretty daft. How would he expect to make tea anyhow?"