"What my...heart says?" Her brows pull together, while one hand lifts up, playing long fingers over the jacket covering her collar bone. She'd been so concerned by the loss of memory that she hadn't considered that as an option. Can it really be that simple?

Surely not. Yet Sanger seems utterly certain, expressing that fact as directly as his way allows (which is very). There's a soft hum under her breath of thought, before she lets her eyes close a moment. She feels a little silly, actually, but, what harm could it do?

"..My heart wishes for peace," she says at length, chin tilting in towards her chest. "I do not know what path that might take but.. 'Strength of heart, over strength of arm'." She's quoting herself there, recalling her conversation with Sveta, and tries not to frown at how that had gone in the end. "That feels right, somehow."

See? A first step already.