Her smile is wry. Perhaps this is how it feels to always be second to someone else set up so high on a pedestal that there is no chance to compete. It is when she thinks of such things that she misses her brother so terribly but it does not bear saying, when she doubts anyone else would understand the weight of her longing. Some things are better kept unsaid, or so he said.

"So we all do," she turns to watch him, but less to scrutinize and more to show him that she is still present and aware of his company. "Am I, bright?"