[She nods. It's a sadly realistic image; what was once was whole, could be rendered lifeless and awful in devastation. But then...she shrugs, her mouth quirking. Gaining hope, losing hope...]

Is there a need for hope? There are those that would continue on and try simply out of the sake of duty, or because they're expected to do it.

[Her shoulders lift in a shrug, as they continue leading the cows to...safety, she supposes. Further away from where their homes might have been at least.]