[She doesn't say anything for a moment. It's no secret that she doesn't understand, can't understand -- so words of sympathy would feel empty. Instead, she moves closer to him again and puts a hand in his, tentatively.]

As long as we've avoided it. Though I'll admit... I was uncertain what to think of the monarch letting us decide with going straight to war as an option. Maybe...

[Irhya doesn't finish that sentiment, continuing to look down.]