[She's about to object - one skill isn't really enough to live on once her looks have faded</i> - but instead she continues to let the sun wash over her face and sighs softly. It's so peaceful out here.]
We both have to live with what we've been given, don't we? That's what being human means: we're aware of who we are, and we can dream of better, but in the end we have to live as we've been placed here.
[She smiles and rests her hand lightly on his.] I think I can try a little harder. How about you?