She didn't argue his words this time, simply nodding numbly in agreement. He had a point though, Oliver wouldn't want her to blame herself. He would want her to get up, brush off her legs, and continue to fight for what was right. All she could do now was try to reach past her tragedy, and push forward. There was much ground to cover, they had an endless amount of things to figure out. One that she was most curious about, however, was the prospect of the cure. It had her thinking. They had to at least attempt to find a cure, if there was one out there and there was a chance they could obtain it, they had to do everything they could to achieve that goal.<br/><br/>She was ripped from her thoughts when he looked to her, and she looked right back. Her green eyes were brighter than they had been in awhile, and she tracked his eyes as they flickered over her face. She took the time to look him over as well, at his eyes, the marks that may litter his skin, the slight stubble of his jaw. But, when he cleared his throat and stood, she frowned and sighed softly, looking away. She nodded in agreement, watching him walk to the kitchen. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We should get to bed early as well, just for some brain power." She tried to direct their conversation away from the moment. "There's food in there." She pointed to the cabinet.