Your newest adoptees need as much time to adapt and learn about you and this world as you do about them, Alexstrasza. And Carolina has never been very good at opening up to others on a personal level, beyond professional attachment.

Carolina's expression seems to grow more closed off as she listens, though less strained by worries for herself. Then lips purse, brows furrowing. "Children? Are--" You have many? Surely not. Her gaze flicked away briefly, to where some dragons still moved unaided amongst those limping from their time on the battlefield.

For a moment, her heart hurt, the ache in her head pronounced, and Carolina belatedly lowered one of her hands, the left having lifted up without thinking on it. She had no desire to imply weakness in front of someone she'd been brought in to aid and especially not a dragon. "We all have choices to make, and have to live with them in the end," she said instead. "I'd like to know what you'd have us do. You people must have specific goals in mind. Things you'd like us to accomplish beyond 'win the war'."