Sonia actually lets out the tiniest of wistful sighs as he talks, conjuring up images of what her life ought to be, without this war in the way. It doesn't matter if Byerly is embellishing in any way, which she half-suspects he is, as much as he likes to exaggerate. This is the most bizarre sense of normalcy she's had in a long time. She puffs out a laugh at his question, her smile tilted.

"Me? I help out around the camp, where I can. They tell me I'm good for morale."