[she'd intended to keep her circle small at first - less people to worry about, less people worrying about her. that shit doesn't always work out the way you plan it, and now she's found herself helping in a lot of those old ways - the ones her sister remembers - teaching small boys how to defend themselves and jump - the finer points of cleaning a wound, when to splint, when to leave it alone - patrols and pep talks and ...somehow it's gone from making sure viktor eats to regular food drops for just about anyone she knows. check ins with would be drinking comrades. ninjutsu lessons. attempts at building a better trench for everyone in it, sleepers and non sleepers alike. being the student all over again. yeah. lessons. learning to stop and think before she swings? that one's tough. she's not there yet. might never be.]

It's one way to keep busy. I figured why not, y'know? It's a way to be useful. To feel useful, too.

[that last thing is an admission of vulnerability. sure, she might look like she has her shit together most of the time. but it's a different playing field here. she can help all she wants, and she can want that better world - but she's still finding her place as much as she's settling in, and she's not nearly as experienced or as powerful as some she's met.]

But yeah. Some of it'd probably bore you to tears, but not all of it. I'm doing okay. [a small squeeze of her sister's shoulder] Better thank just okay, now.