Always a bit of a complicated idea. Is she important back home? Compared to mortals, sure. Not really otherwise, in the grand scheme of things.

Clarisse finally diverts her attention from the spot where she's scratching little circles into the horse's neck. She isn't sure she likes the way Vega is looking at her.

"I'm here," she says. It's kind of a non-answer, a fake, but it gets the salient point across. Here with no dad-god, pulling guard duty and sleeping in a bedroll in the dirt like everyone else when they're out on missions.

"Well, you're a lady. That makes you important too, right?" Somewhere. To some family.