When they'd first met, she'd still been so new to that world at peace that it had hurt to talk about the world she'd lost. The war had haunted her every moment, waking and not, and to talk about the life she'd had so violently taken from her... Well, now it's easier in some ways, despite their present circumstances.

"Maybe because no one ever put me first," she says after a moment, watching his hands and guessing what he might be trying to achieve. She usually prefers her coffee black but this time she reaches over to pick out a pack of sugar from the little container, ripping it open and carefully dumping it into her mug. A pod of creamer follows and she stirs both in with her spoon.