Too much. Definitely too much. There aren't a lot of Greenes left these days--Mama and Shawn died soon after the turn, Daddy much more recently, and all three of them went in violence and fear--and opening herself up to explaining that is more than she wants to do with Byerly Vorrutyer today.

It'd be nicer if he'd just leave her alone, but of course, he doesn't. She should've known better than to hope. But when he does speak again, it sounds a little more genuine. Maybe he's trying to make up for the questions, or maybe this is what he wanted to talk about in the first place; maybe asking her about her people was just a vehicle to get to talk about his.

The thought doesn't make her feel much better, but their captors haven't mentioned how far away they are from their destination. Fighting this snow might tire her out before they arrive, and she can't be tired for that--not when she doesn't know what's going to happen or who they might have to face down. So she stops struggling in favour of the trudging step she's used for the last hour.

"Then you're better off wishing you were with him," she says, staring straight ahead. "If he'd be unhappy here."