Plourr looks at her, for a minute, and then one side of her mouth slowly, stubbornly lifts, just a little; silently understanding.

"I want better, too." She looks at Ianna, who is (for once) oblivious to all of the attention she's receiving and is happily gurgling at Plourr's shoulder. "I got forced into all this, fine. But I want different for her."

It's probably just about time to start up this argument with Rial again.