He did emotionally hit the nail on the head there, but it still makes something in her chest tremble. A grief she hasn't allowed herself to feel. A yearning, a loss. Her life, when it was going to finally calm down, exchanged for this place. For a conflict that she doesn't understand, and a cause she barely knows enough to believe in.

She sniffs, aiming for cool and collected and coming out quite fragile, and offers him a tight, albeit watery smile.

"It's fine - I'm handling it."