[A response that's taken to heart, as the saying goes. Connor's relatively quiet for all of two seconds, turning this over in his head. At some point the hot water is poured to allow the tea to steep in the mug, which begins to gently flood the kitchen with the musky-sweet scent of chamomile.]

We haven't known each other long, and yet hearing you say that doesn't surprise me. [A beat, and he turns his head to look at her, smiling almost apologetically.] You seem to have a very [stubborn] strong personality, Lucina. The kind that likes to push through adversity. Am I correct?

[Connor is ironically similar, it just manifests in different ways.]