The details are scant, but there's a ghost of something familiar enough there to empathize with. Comrades ghosting after a mission, finding yourself raw and reeling after certain truths are shoved up into your face, things you don't want to face.

Biting her lower lip, Marjara gives a brief nod, adjusting slightly to allow Amélie to more comfortably lean against her. "Sometimes it feels easier. Not feeling. Dealing with the details and the planning, analyzing what happened, trying to find an answer that makes sense."

There's a pause before those dark eyes shift down towards her. "Sometimes it doesn't."