Relaxation is a confusing concept.
Ignoring for a moment how the Calanthian was a cultural boogeyman that parents told their children about late at night to scare them out of talking to fae and into eating their veggies, and *also* ignoring how currently they were riding atop a soul-eating apex predator whose vines were capable of shattering boulders with ease, and one might even find the journey to starting a war with the north calming. Dahlia certainly did. Which, again, was confusing. Not due to the juxtaposition of deadly horrors though —oh no, she was plenty comfortable with that— but rather it was the sheer fact that there was nothing to do other that relax, enjoy the company of friends and family, and practice a bit of magic as a treat that made things so unusual.