[ Gray straightens with the unexpected compliment, though she can't take it to heart. She wouldn't have characterized herself as brave then or now. ]

I was only trying to survive using the path of least resistance. Because I was weak... and because I was too afraid to disappoint the people around me.

[ That tendency is still in her, most days. Mordred's nickname for her is appropriate in that way. Always trying to skirt around the edges, in the walls, trying to get by on crumbs. It makes sense that Mordred, a completely opposite type of person, would see to the heart of her with a critical eye. ]

I wouldn't mind being a little more like you.

[ Emphasis on just a little. ]