Pria took the chance to wipe her cheek as well. She sniffed and put some thought into her answer.

"I don't...I don't want danger." She managed to rise her gaze up to her mother's. "I want to help. I want to do what feels right." 

"Out there, a rickshaw village is being bombarded by a horrible storm. They could use someone to fly them out. Out there an ancient jungle is being burned to the ground, because some wealthy investors want land. It could use defending. Out there an important coral reef is being blown to bits in the search for sunken gold, out there a dying species is being hunted to the last, out there people are in chains, out there need help. Every little bit of help it can get." She stopped to catch her breath. She hadn't realized it but at some point she began standing. After letting the air settle a bit she sat down again.

"My hands are small. My arms can only save so much space." She held her palms out, miming the literal size pf space she could grasp. 

"But saving that much is worth it." She put her arms down and looked at her mom. "I want to do for as many people as possible what you did for me all those years. And not a single part of that means forgetting you."