[Thirteen was a young age to lose your parents. She'd lost her dad and her siblings when she was only a year older than that, and human. As awful as that had been, losing her mother, much more recently, had been worse.]
That's still young, I guess, yeah. [She leans back in her chair, looking at the next question on the paper she's holding. She doesn't really want to ask, but she knows participation is mandatory.]