"Mm - true." That brutal sentiment is immediately undercut by the deeply ironic cant to his head, and when he continues on, his voice drips with a light sort of sarcasm. "I've seen how you're carried around on a palanquin - fed with only the finest dainties - And I know I've been forbidden to speak with you about the fact that there's a war on. So."

He flips up his gloved hand in a gesture of dismissal. "Dearest Sonia, you have borne up under conditions like no Vor woman has seen before. Because you are not only withstanding war, but you are withstanding war in spite of the fact that you have the possibility of running away. Your sister is a strong woman who supports you, yes. But the thought that being surrounded by people of uncommon strength makes you weak...That's silliness of the first order. And not the good, charming kind of silliness, either."