[Unable to look Elliot in the eye, Misora's drops her gaze down to the coffee in her hands. It's not that she disagrees with anything he said - far from it. It's that those sentiments are almost exactly what she'd said to Natalia a week ago. Words that had apparently helped Nalalia resolve to protect others instead of being protected. Words that may have inadvertently helped the princess decide to offer herself up as a sacrifice.

Her expression falters for a moment as Misora bites the inside of her lip. It's not her fault and she's under no delusion that her words alone have that much influence over another person, but a vague sense of guilt still puts a knot in her stomach. Breathing out, she forces herself to look back up at Elliot though.]

That is what they would want, yes. So clearly, they wouldn't object to us making you some breakfast for a change, right?

[The cheer is... well. Rather obviously forced. But it doesn't stop Misora from trying it anyway.]