[ She's a difficult girl, and always has been. Stubborn to a fault. Harsh around the edges the older she got, and though that still is true, that harshness transforms. Her stubbornness molds into something like upset - she can't believe the idea that this is a real moment in her mind. It simply must be a dream. She'll awaken somewhere else... soon enough... ]

Just like him... You'll speak like I've wanted to hear, and disappear....!! Hehe, even though knowing you're alive... would give me another chance... Will you take that from me, too?

[ It probably isn't much an answer. It's difficult to explain, and perhaps a bit embarrassing, too; the young slave appearing in her cottage and being so sweet to her... only to dissipate into nothingness with morning light. How can she admit that? Live through it again? ]