"What happened to your unswayable optimism and confidence in the good people," she asked, smiling bitterly. She sighed and pressed into the hug. Maybe this time the perfect soldier needed support from her. "It'll pull through, we'll come through." Shaking her head softly, she bumped her forehead to his. "Don't tell me. The less I know, the less they can pull from me with the truth tellers."