[ It is a start, and she smiles at him in a meager, yet satisfied way. Perhaps next time someone offers him a compliment, he might remember this. She wants him to be able to accept good things for himself, even if they are just words. (She hopes that he'll be able to, one day. There are so many people in Havenwell who are equally unable to accept kindness. It breaks her non-existent heart.)

It seems he's feeling better. And, perhaps, it's not her place to push too much into inquiring abut the memory. It had been upsetting to him, and her attempt here had been pull something good out of it: the light of his eyes, and the beauty she sees in them. ]

You're welcome.

[ At this, Pyra steps away, but gives his hand a tug. ] So. How about some ice cream? I bet you didn't have too much time on your hands as a SOLDIER for treats.