[Oh, a handkerchief. Sheryl uses the proffered square of cloth to dab the streaks of tears from her cheeks before handing it back to Konoha. She takes a breath.

The pain is still there. The sadness and grief is still there. But having wept, openly, in her friend's arms... there's a sense of release and catharsis that she hasn't had since they've come back.] Don't say that about yourself, Konoha.

[She slowly pulls herself back into a sitting position, leaning against her friend's front in a way she hopes is comfortable for the jinba.] You've got plenty of skills. You're strong, you can cook. You know how to survive in the wild and build a fire. There are plenty of things you can do that don't involve ever having to hurt someone.

[And she's just a singer.]