[ There's no secret wisdom written on her face, just her bangs slightly encroaching on her cheek and her bright green eyes watching as Maika studies her. A small drop of mirth rests in her eyes too, manifesting in the bright way she stares back, her lips curved in a little smile. ]

Just talking. Sounds pretty boring when I put it like that, doesn't it? There's probably more that we can do, but I'll never know it. My mom was the last one who knew anything about the Cetra at all.

[ And idly she wonders if Maika is ever going to tell her what she smelled just now, but she doesn't say it, content to lay here and wait for Maika's assessment of her face instead. ]