[ Ilda frowns as she tries to reconcile the idea; it's a bit of a struggle for her, because she's at that stubborn point in one's youth in which she believes, with all of her heart, that everything will be alright one way or another. That even death can be defeated, if one tries hard enough, because there are things such as miracles and magic.

Then she finally says, with a small smile: ] You're like my mother. I don't get the things she says sometimes... [ She laughs lightly at that. ] But I know she's been through a lot in life. You have too, haven't you? You're very wise.