She sat up and backed into the corner of her bed, her knees still drawn close to her. "It's not you," she said, sniffling. "I-" she wondered if admitting this was a bad thing, but she had to be honest. "I don't know if I want to marry you either because I just met you, but if the people who sent me here check in and find out I failed, they might take me back and I don't know what they would do to me!"