Her chin lifts at that, clearly pleased that other Zari appreciates her, even if her parents don't. She's not even sure if it's that they take her for granted so much as seeing what she does as frivolous. Vapid. Numerous other words that coincide with how fake her world used to be.

"Thank you."

Then she shrugs as she relaxes, because if they're appreciating each other, than she's got some pieces of her own to share.

"Though I'm sure your life is much less exhausting. You don't have to think about how every little thing you do will be perceived. When you have hundreds of thousands of eyes on you all the time ... I think sometimes you forget how to be yourself. Your life becomes your image and I think Maman and Baba never really liked the person that I was when I was 'working.'" A beat. "Then again, B never really did either."