[She cannot help but laugh a little in response; it is just like him to tease, of course, and the memory he touches on is a fond one. She would much rather think of those days than more recent events; things had been complicated even then, and certainly dangerous, but she had not had to worry about finding familiar faces on the battlefield.

There is no going back, but perhaps in this place, whatever else it may offer, there can be a reprieve. For that alone, she finds herself grateful.]

That is unfortunate. We will have to be finding something else to climb! I wonder, though: where will you be having your naps? There are no trees for shade, that is being a much bigger problem.

[Her smile pulls wider, warmer. See, Claude? She can tease, too.]