[At least that's not news. She hasn't known a safe nation in years.]

All the reference material suggested an uneasy truce at best in the midst of their adversarial habits. Hardly an ideal situation, but then I've not managed to think of anything ideal since coming to understand the fate that led us here.

[Krile sighs. She ought to be hungry, by now, and physically she knows she is, but the whorl of her thoughts does not permit wanting anything to eat.]