"That is the trouble," she echoes, lost in thought for a brief moment before taking his hand between both of hers.

"I will try, in the time that I am here, to see the worth you see in this place, and how it might aid in our efforts. You know that I cannot promise what I cannot bring into being."

All she can do is look, listen, try to find the threads that bind them and endeavor to make them stronger than the knives that would sever them.