Ma'tanza maintained her lighthearted grin as Tzirret gave his thoughts on her, but internally, his words were more flattering that he likely realized. By the end of his short speech, she was actually beginning to tear up slightly. Without hesitation, she enthusiastically gave him another hug. "Thank you, Tzirret. That means a lot to Ma'tanza. People never care about what's in her mind."

Still holding him in a hug, Ma'tanza pulled her head back just enough to look him in the eyes. "But you shouldn't be jealous. This one...won't lie. You aren't actually the...bravest person, but that doesn't matter. You care about people. You care about who they are, and how they feel. You care about keeping yourself from hurting them. Ma'tanza wishes we weren't in this war; you're too good for all of the fighting and killing. This one thinks you would be much happier helping people than hurting them, like as a healer, or something else that keeps people safe. Or even just happy and comfortable. Ma'tanza admits, she doesn't like to fight. She likes to study the kinds of magic that makes life easier, instead of more dangerous."