[ She looks at him for a long, silent moment, smiling quietly. ]

Worrying about me, are you?

[ Fondly, she reaches out to put an arm on his shoulder, giving him an affectionate stroke with her thumb. ]

I know that I can't go back... and that it'll never change. [ Part of moving forward is accepting the past. It's taken her a very long time to get to this point; it's not that it doesn't hurt still, but she's already past the point in her life where she had gripped fervently to the memory of her home, tried everything to recreate it. ] The only reason I wouldn't want more people to know... is because you're all too kind for your own good. Tripping over yourselves to save someone like me.