[ Chafing at the absence of routine, a goal... her, no. There's many reason she doesn't intend to return to Ylisse. She's fine here, or - or wherever. She does think of Ephraim, though. He's expressed a similar sentiment to her in the recent past, craving clear action.

But Hank's words, continuing as they are, snap her attention back to where it ought to be. ]

"One of the guys" is perhaps not quite how I would put it.

[ The idea - the sheer casualness of it - does make her smile, though, in a way that leaves faint crinkles around her eyes. ]

I wouldn't dare to presume my life is worth more than anyone fighting alongside me, and my tactical abilities are merely functional. I am not clever, nor do I inspire the same sort of blithe fealty that my father can. There's no reason for me to position myself up at the top.

[ Not - not now, not after what happened in her timeline. The victory that only occurred because Chrom's kindness pervaded good sense is not hers to claim. It's fine. ]