Harding smiles back, even if it lacks her usual warmth. "That you want to try is enough." There are only a few people that can match her grief, really, and she didn't really know the Herald, not really, but it still hurts. She just prefers to keep hers quieter and to focus it into something useful, something the Evelyn might have been proud of. "So many people would give up. Not me... and I can only do that if other people are willing to try. We have to stick together for that to work."

Efficiency as scouts, but efficiency as comrades and companions, as friends. They had to have that.

"Just don't let those ears droop too much." Because if you are actually sad, then she'll be even sadder.