Ashling had a hard time imagining how that could be true for anyone, but to each their own. She shrugged and carefully started painting the fingers of her right hand. It was shakier than the left, but it'd clean up okay.
"Resilience is a remarkable thing," she said. She'd had people tell her that a lot. When she and Ava were kids, they got told they were survivors a lot. That had always bothered her. She hadn't survived what they went through because she did anything special. She just kept breathing and eventually they got pulled out of there. So she was a survivor. So what? She hadn't done any good. She hadn't saved... She forced the subject from her mind. "I like you better like this," she said. What? She did. Ashling was often mistaken as shy, but they were always wrong. She had no problem speaking her mind. "Have I caught you on an off day?" She raised her eyes and smiled faintly at him.