I know how it sounds: hopelessly naive, too optimistic, and yet I can't help but wish for it for everyone, not just me. [ She is certain that they might never know a period of complete, unspoiled peace, but rather a brief reprieve, but still... She cannot stop herself from wishing for a future like that. ] I wish that all wars and fighting could end. [ She ducks her head and smiles an embarrassed sort of smile. ]

I know, what a silly wish.

[ What she has is a broad wish for peace for everyone. She hasn't begun to think about how peace for herself and her loved ones would look. ]

An idea? [ Her ears twitch and perk up. ] What sort of idea? [ And then she chuckles, unable to stop herself. ]

Am I feeling daring? Will I humor you? Of course. I heard someone say once that daring should be my middle name.

[ If she could, she'd reach for his hands to give them a fond sort of squeeze. ]

Of course I'll humor you, for as long as you need.