"It would depend, I wager, on how you treat your memories. Are they burdens or your comfort? What is their weight? Know that, and you will know if it is worthwhile." An amendment that comes with a grimace. "For you, at least. Such things are as personal as prayers."

She pauses, it's sharing, sharing of herself, not out of a need to keep her secrets. They truly aren't secrets now, and he had not reacted to her name. Such as it was, it would have been enough if he had any relation to the Knights in hunting her down. That, and he was American. Little as it might for others, it couldn't in his favour as she considers his words. "It is not my home that is a weight upon me, it is knowing that it was burned, that is heavy on me. That I can no longer protect it. That is what I have lost so many hours sleep on." Home, and missing it, was one thing, but she could stomach it easier than knowing her people - her beautiful home - was no food for Lycans and their ilk.