[ The smallest part of her wishes once again that she could reach out to him and actually have him feel something, but by now, she knows that it would change nothing if she were to express those thoughts again. Little does she know that he tried and failed to assist her. ]

Of course, friends. [ She smiles a little bit bashfully at his statement about the apparent ease with which she and her sister make friends, because she is the last person who would claim that. Even so, it does not seem difficult to her to reach out to others and extend the hand of friendship.

Eventually, though, her expression turns sober once more as she listens to him describe the state of his city and his people. That she feels sympathetic is understating it by a considerable amount. More to the point, she feels largely helpless because at the moment, she is unable to do anything to assist. ]

Oh, if I met them, I would give them more than just a scolding. What is it that makes your situation so complicated?