Sonia flushes at that, that reminder of what she is, and it brings to mind all those dead in the village again. Yes, people will follow her, fight for her, die for her. She hates it, but she can't rid of herself of it.

She hates it when Byerly has a point.

But that joke, however intended, gets an involuntary tug at the corner of her mouth, though she determinedly does not smile.

"I don't know. I don't know, alright? I've only just got here, and I hate it already, and I don't have a plan to deal with -- any of this on my own."

She's never had to do anything alone before, not truly.