She gives Saint a reassuring smile, though her expression is still mostly sad, the regretful kind that doesn't ever really fade, only dim, with the passage of time. It makes her look much older, and more worn out, than any kid her age really should. "It's fine. Painful memories are what make us cherish the joyful ones even more, right?"

That, also, reflects a hard-earned experience for her. She laughs, though, gentle and warm. "And friends, too, of course. They're ..."

She can't help a somewhat yearning glance in, oddly, Gepetto's direction specifically, as she searches for the right words. "... what makes the pain survivable, in the end." Her smile bends, wry, as she shakes off the melancholy and follows Saint's gaze, briefly, before returning to the Guardian's own rather unique face. "No matter what form they come in."