I'm leaving the political part of it to the experts.

[ Like Moran.

Not expecting him to want to linger if a way home was presented, Lily's eyebrows rose in surprise, humming in consideration as she looked back down towards the grass. Pinching a tiny white clover bud free she rolled it in her palm thoughtfully. ]

You don't want to leave yet?

[ Tossing the bud at the ground it bounced like a rubber ball, ricocheting lightly around the space they lay in before rolling slowly to a halt. ]

Nor do I. I don't want to go to war.