Liz eyes the red haired viera woman infront of her. A hood and bandage covering miqo’te’s blind eye, and almost half of her face.“T..This is... This is complicated. Shite...”, she seems to drown into her thoughts for a while, that single red eye of her traveling around the room, until finally returning on the viera.“...I.. I used to be alone.. a lot when I was younger.. But only after I lost my late wife, I... I understood just.. just how lonely one can be. But still... if you had asked me a moon ago, I would have said 200 summers alone. Because...”, she lets out a drawn out sigh.“...Because that would be... lot of time to reach my goals. To complete my research.But now? Damn... I... I think I will say 50 summers loved.”, miqo’te shakes her head slightly, and under that bandage of hers, it almost seems like a faint blush has risen on her cheeks. She seems confused. Unsure of herself, and of the fact she actually made such choise.“... Y...Yes. I met someone, and now? ... I think I would take those 50 summers loved...”