She watches, wanting to ask howo g they have before they have to be out of this place, if he knows where he's going. She wants to ask him not just to come back to Creekside now but to stay there, to make a home there instead, but now isn't the time. He isn't even behind his eyes.

He invites her to sit and for a moment she glances around to decide on where, and settles at the edge of the bed. It feels a bit wrong, actually, with how neat and smooth the covers are but she can fix it again after.

"Do you want me to stay?" she asks, quietly. He can retract the permission any time, and at least here he has Dulcinea. At least here he isn't out there, at the mercy of merciless strangers.