[She watches him as she listens intently, taking a few slow bites of her meal in the process and nodding her understanding as he explains his own course of action. It is not a decision to be made hastily, but she does not believe that time is something they have an abundance of here. The people at the outpost seemed very set on what they wanted new arrivals to do, and she imagines the longer she takes, the more difficult it would be to break away, if that's what she decides— and as options go, it is more appealing.

She sets her fork down, resting her fist lightly against her chin.]

I am tired of war.

[It is a simple answer, but one she's sure he can relate to. They've both seen their fair share of it, even if they remember things differently.]

I do not want to fight someone else's for them. It is hard enough when you are fighting for something you are believing in. I do not think the people here would be so honest about the chance the leave— they were saying that anyone who went to Cadens must be back by dark.

[Her brow furrows slightly; she doesn't care for that attempt to exert control at all, but relaxes a moment later. Better to focus on what comes next.]

You have been making your own way in the city? I am thinking you would be quite good at that.