Thaylias gave a soft laugh as he suggested that she was too weak to run away. She thought about it, why she hadn't left even though, too her, it was very obvious. Despite herself she thought deeply into it, lowering herself beneath the surface within what made her, her. She buried herself within the many faces, the many masks she had given herself over the years. And once again she failed too know which was true and which was just a masquarade of being nice, of striving for what she knew was right. And with all that thought her shoulders slumped and she went slack, turning over where her back was against the wall. She tilted her head back, glancing to the sliver of the fatbellied moon with a smile lingering on her face. She glanced to him when he apologized.
"No, no. Nothing to apologize for. I don't mind, I kind of like it. It's better than being on the outside all the time..." she said softly, rolling her head as she looked at him.
She was so tired of living in herself, secluded to her mind. Tired and within the depths and left to her own thoughts.. It was agonizing for her. To live in such a hell, to live in a mind that thought too much. She liked to listen to other people, because she was so used too it. It was what made her tick, made her keep going. She had been wandering alone, listening to herself and trying to keep herself sane.. To listen to him, for even just a second, made a weight lift from her.
"I appreciated that more than you know," she said, smiling still.