As well as can be expected, given the nature of our assignment.

[Also, she was utterly hopeless with the Allagan watch in those first few days. She has grown more used to it, but it feels quite beyond her reach to utilize it to its fullest.

Gods, though, even his smile isn't quite whole, in the way of one who has grown too fast in too short a time. As with Thancred, perhaps it is best to...head him off.]

The time will come for more serious talk of what transpired in Eorzea. [Minfilia's smile is a bit sad, and a bit tired, but largely resolved and determined to see even this through.] You are not responsible for my choices, Alphinaud, nor I for yours.

[And that is all she needs to say about it, for now.

Then she looks at the trees as if remembering they are there, and back at him with an impish smile.]

Have you written an offering of your own?