She didn't seem at all effected by his words. Truly her face was strangely serene and unreadable - constantly steady and without emotion. She merely watched him, studying him almost as he sat before her. 

[b] "Why would I not be? It is my purpose... True that it is not my decision or my control over my birth or my purpose, but when one has been born to a purpose, how can they not be... okay... with it?" [/b]

She seemed determined in her question, as though she really wanted him to think about it. She didn't consider her circumstances an injustice. She considered them only a reality. Of course, it was hard to weigh her comfort level with her treatment and what was to become of her against the truth that she was raised by people who taught her to believe this is right. It was impossible for anyone to know then whether or not she would be equally 'okay' with her fate if she had been born somewhere else or raised by someone else who viewed things differently.