And you still work yourself into knots over things that don't warrant knotting.

[Martel's own smile isn't exactly free of sadness or pain, but it's a vast improvement on the obviously fake ones of the past week; this one is the real thing, not a mask. She raises her eyebrows slightly.]

I am going to hope that you remember only the best parts.

[She has no idea how she is going handle any of this, but if she is going to die regardless, then she will die trying.]