[ Relena nods when he speaks, laying her hand against her chest and curling her fingers. She thinks of the last Christmas and how everything had nearly fallen apart. She thinks about the mass death that was one wrong decision away from occurring. So much risk had to be taken just to persist in peace.

It was at that time she'd realized she'd been running from important parts of her new reality. War was easy. Peace was difficult and ephemeral. ]

I do... it's all very fragile. It only takes a few bad actors to bring it all down. But I guess I still want to try, no matter where I am.

[ She doesn't have nearly the same privilege or status to throw around to make significant change or betterment here, but she wants to do what's within her reach, at least. This place is falling apart and her own world might go with it. It's all woven together, so for her, this place needs saving, too.

Even if she still fears Ambrose's words: That she might be among the arbiters that could bring its final collapse. ]

A good point. I'm still getting used to a world like this... we don't really have trade routes in the same way at this anymore where I'm from. It'll likely take some trust building, but I can start from there. Thank you.