[ Jinora's brows furrow and she pouts a touch. He's not wrong. There is no perfect world and no perfect story; People die and bad things happen. Perhaps, it's simply some par of her still thinks it shouldn't be that way. That balance is more than life for a life. ]

[ For a moment, she decides to politely avoid that further line of thinking. Her smile remaining that soft kind of "I think so," before she asks: ]

And? Do you think it's ready or that it needs more? It's not me they're asking.

[ It's not the kind of thing she's looked for, after all, so she shakes her head: ]

Some readers like hearing others stories and living alongside of them. They're the people writers should write about.

[ She teases, just a touch. ]