It was nice, having someone say something so wholesome. Like- sweet, in a way that she can't honestly believe. So her smile is soft and sorrowful as she looks at him again. "My world- at least my slice of it, isn't like here. I don't have to work, I go to school, it's peaceful and generally safe."

Time may not change her friendships, but it changed her. With the help of this place she wasn't who she was, and she knew it. Some ways better, some ways worse, "The idea of killing anything isn't- like- real. Over there. So it doesn't matter if it's a monster, or the danger it posed. I killed something. Some part of me liked it, running towards the danger. I can't be sure my friends won't look at that, and see someone new."

Someone they weren't friends with before. All this relied on her seeing her girls again. And if it was home would this all be a bad dream? Would the girl who woke up in her mother's house be happier than the girl who wakes up here.

"Thanks for listening. You can't really fix me, but I needed to get that shit off my chest." She taps her finger onto the roof, in the space between them. This cloud is fluffy and white and utterly harmless looking. "Emotional magic gets all fucked up if I'm all fucked up."