[Fine is certainly relative, but Lup has also had a hundred and twelve years to adjust to a world she cared very little for to begin with. Her world was never home; it was only ever about potential, long after the fact. A place she could have settled and started a family, if they'd met sooner in life. A shitty land to make less shitty by the people she now knows existed there.

But it's long gone, and Faerun might be home someday, instead. She's okay with that.]

Just like those birds? What an honour.

[That's so adorable Lup's not even going to correct her.]

I don't think it's really about bravery. Any grieving I might've done was a long, long time ago. You know how it goes, time heals all wounds? Live long enough and those old wounds matter a lot less.