[How ungainly and ungraceful that would be... But then again, worse has happened. She'd take a fish to the face if it meant being able to return to her home.

She mirrors his stance, crossing her arms across her chest as well. She doesn't look offended by his straightforwardness, but she does find it curious that he responds in such a casual sort of way.]

Maybe you're right; or maybe it's better that I don't forget, no matter what. [Maybe. Maybes would get her nowhere, though, and she said that much only for the sake of argument.] Sorrow can turn itself into motivation and hope, for some.