[That catches Junia off-guard again, the gentle but firm insistence she is capable, that her faith will be rewarded, and it quiets her as they begin to approach the stone building she has claimed for her own.]

You are quick to believe in others. [She observes, with a rare thoughtfulness.] Not all have your faith. I pray that yours is rewarded in kind.

[To light a candle from the air, to make amends from ash. Perhaps she can, after all. Perhaps she must at least try, before conceding her own failings.]

You have given me much to reflect on. I thank you, for your illumination, and your aid.