Nobody promised being her friend would be easy.

Ver doesn't answer immediately. The question's been on her mind more than a little, but that doesn't mean she's any closer to knowing the answer. Well. An answer she's willing to say out loud; that's also a consideration. The careful social calculus of sorting out how much is too much information.

"To find someplace to belong again." That's reasonable, right? It doesn't make her sound too pathetic, it isn't too depressing. She hopes.