Some ally. [Meryl mutters, but otherwise she tries to keep her commentary to herself. This is Night Sky's world, and she knows there's much she doesn't understand. There are politics to everything, as she quickly had come to learn back home.

What she does do is squeeze her beloved that much tighter. She can't imagine the grief of dying in the midst of an important duty. She keeps that grip tight until Night Sky lapses into silence. Only then does she lean back, just enough to study her face.]

I can't imagine what it's been like. Fighting a war like that for so long, and... not making any progress. And not even being yourself -

I'm... glad you're here. That you have some will of your own again.