Ilia nodded, her eyes fixed on a spot in the distance but not really looking. She just sat for a moment, absorbing Anise's words. Kind, understanding words that didn't completely dismiss the faults, but allowed her room to think there was still good mixed with the bad. And once again, Ilia had to ask herself who was the adult in this relationship.

"Hmm, I'm glad you think well of me, at least," she chuckled, finally turning back to Anise. "I guess the lesson is that not everything is perfectly pure, but it doesn't mean everything is inherently bad, huh?" She could smile a bit more freely now. Laughing the problems away was not always the best move, but for now it probably wouldn't hurt. At least now that she was aware of it, she could be more proactive about considering that side of herself and thinking her intentions through with more care.

Her hand moved to her neck and she scratched at her hairline, then gazed a bit sheepishly towards Anise. "I don't know if you can always rely on me in every situation, especially given what you saw, but I'm glad you were willing to talk it out with me. Thanks Anise."