"Well," the girl shrugs a little, blinking hard to keep from giving in to the urge to wipe at her eyes - the main danger of chopping onions. "It's winter, so it's nearly dark by the time I get home from school anyway, and there's curfews after sundown. So it's not that big a deal, I guess."

That would be a 'yes.'

Though it still feels like an injustice, to have tried to do something so her mother wouldn't have to worry about it, just to get in trouble for making her mother worry.