[For a moment, Firefly lets their conversation die there. The uncertainty lingering around her comes and goes, but it's settled for now, leaving a mostly comfortable silence as they walk. It's nice - different from the excited, hurried pace in which she'd dragged Stelle all around Golden Hour, burying the two of them deep in distraction after distraction.

It feels... normal. Or what she thinks the idea of "normal" must be.]

... I know it must be a little difficult, with everything going on in Penacony right now, but...

Do you like it here, Stelle?