Lia's eyes showed a flash of grief, remembrance of the cost of that pursuit weighing briefly heavy. She marshaled herself and managed a small smile of her own, if one that was slightly washed out. "Still, I'm grateful." There was a flicker of stubbornness in her tone, faint but definite.

"Do you know Gran?" Though the question had not exactly nagged at her before, she was certain it would if she didn't ask.