Leia was listening and through Nyx was providing examples of people who chose to leave behind the lives they had before Starklandia - she was more fascinated by just how much he knew of this world - she imagined through conversation, observation, a general intent to get to know those around him. Leia had been far more proactive in such a way back home. Here, not so much. Perhaps her ongoing resentment toward this world was never quite going to fade.
“Impressive.” She meant it too, a smile lighting her expression. “If I ever need to know the local gossip, I know where to come to.” A slight tease with no real substance to it, because really it wasn’t simply gossip, it was a matter of knowing the people around you. He’d taken the time and care to do so. She smirked again, taking a drink, her mood far too eased now, to really be shooting down his more optimistic turns on things. “Noble of Tony, of course. But it really does make for a fresh start. For him to know he achieved all he possibly could in dying to save the universe.” Still. Tony was struck from the list immediately. Possibly in love, and nearly married. Definitely in love, absolutely married. Leia was ticking these things off in her head, which probably reflected in her expression.
Carol, well she was a different situation and Nyx’s sort of reverence in talking about her, meant she was not about to go too hard on him about whether or not she could find something valuable from this example. But, she too had wanted to return home.
“Sounds like a whole lot of people not in control of their-” She decided to take a drink at this point, with a gulp, which also meant she didn’t feel the need to finish her sentence, arching a brow; nothing about her words suggested shame. Yeah, she was getting closer to the point she might start being amused by herself. Maybe that’s all ‘living in the moment’ was, which she’d never really been interested in. Not that she felt the need to follow any particular need, it wasn’t a judgement. She turned more serious, as serious as she could be at this point, still leaning on an arm, finding it genuinely unfortunate for him. “I’m sorry that didn’t work out for you.” gazing at him her inability to focus now, was becoming less about memories, or thoughts, and far more about alcohol. “Perhaps for the best, now anyway? Don't you think?” Perhaps he’d only have been more broken by the loss of Carol, if he’d had a chance with her? She didn’t assume though.