[ Is it brave? She guesses yes, in some sense; but she doesn't think of herself as brave. She also doesn't think of herself as not-brave, at least in the context of Cerealia. Bravery has been something she's called on for the sake of helping others. Largely those who she considers friends, or those around her age. It's still... it's nice to hear, even from a stranger. She tucks her chin in, eyes falling to the pavement, watching cracks and seams there as her cheeks turn a little ruddier in hue.

Is she brave? Enough, she supposes, but in her estimate... ]

We all have to be brave and stubborn to keep living. Giving up isn't a real choice.

[ Her smile is still small, but determined, like she has to hold on tight to that glimmer of brightness when it's so very hard to figure out what stability can mean in a collapsing environment. The humidity, the rain, the robots who are coming back online being strange, the continued silence from CERES, her concerns about contracts and the Flamines (as a collective boogeyman, sometimes little more than mental puppets dressed in Victorian gowns with red painted nails held against her throat) and the Spirit Gods who didn't want them... it's overwhelming.

She has to shut that part of herself down and let it wash past. She chooses to believe they'll get through this by whatever means possible. ]

You're brave enough for it too. And you're kind. It's important to be kind, especially now.

[ That's a whole different kind of strength and bravery in her mind. ]