Qebhet's smile was soft, untroubled. "I don't think it's depressing," she said, honestly. "I've seen the stain of wars, Much. I know the grief, I know how deeply it wounds. But... every morning, that clever pig found a new way to escape her pen, all to keep the war from hurting Hannah any more than it already had." She gave his hand a light squeeze. "I think she sounds like an animal after your own heart. Standing up for people. Breaking the rules for the right reasons."