I-- ...

[She stops herself, even as she gingerly takes Keith's hand again. It catches her how many ways to brush it off are on the tip of her tongue, ranging from patently untrue like "I'm fine" and "it could be worse" to talking about how the universe has hope again in Voltron, distract from her feelings that really aren't that important in the grand scheme of the war, have been proven so over and over again. But... she can't. Since when did she have to fight so hard to be vulnerable around someone other than Coran or the mice? She trusted Keith, didn't she?]

Thank you... And I am very glad you were able to find her, Keith.

[And she sincerely means that. Even if she's lost so much, being able to see others get things back or even give back to them herself fills her with far more fulfillment than envy.]