Vanya isn't really all that worried. There's a little bit of anxiety with having more people around to witness it and all, but generally she feels... pretty okay.

"Yeah." Her voice is still a little breathless though and she gives a little smile. "Nothing I haven't done before. I got this. Piece of cake. Like, uh...riding a bicycle, you know?"

She realizes, though, that the more she tries to reassure everyone--and herself--the more uncertain about it she sounds. She clears her throat and shrugs. "It'll help, right? Better than sitting around and feeding the chickens all day."

Again she tries to keep her voice light, but she misses Sissy sometimes, a dull ache in her chest.