[ Susato doesn't interrupt; she merely listens like a teenager being scolded. Beatrix is right, of course. Noctaere are different as much as people are different. At the very least, she feels a little lighter knowing that Beatrix is not one to fake pleasantries and compliments to spare feelings. There may even be a small smile. ]

I believe we all did the best that we could. We will have to live with that.

[ There is a sense of finality behind her words, though she does manage to add: ]

...Thank you. [ For saying all that. She didn't have to. ] Your support means more than I can say in words. I hope I can offer you the same.