Alina sobered slightly. She’d heard of some losses. Nearly everyone knew a close friend who had died or been seriously wounded. Even with so many Grisha. Stepping forward, she took the seat, her kefta settling around her, and accepted the kvas with a smile, taking a small sip. Hardly the first time she had had any.
“I try. I remember what it was like to come here so young. Especially the ones who don’t have any family left….I just want them to be happy here. To know they are safe.”