She hadn't meant for there to be any mess to come home to and intended to clean it up, but the timing of his arrival had prevented that, which prompted her panic in the first place. Glancing at the cabinets, Mabelle thought better of getting a bowl for either him or herself, no longer feeling particularly hungry anyway. If he was hungry, he'd eat, but she already learned that trying to force food on him got her nowhere. It wasn't like he was obligated to appreciate her attempts at being a person who was actually capable of something, even if she had been hopeful that maybe for once she could do something that he wouldn't resent her for.
"A mistake. Not again," she quietly surrendered, nodding once more in acknowledgment. Clutching her cape, Mabelle returned to her corner to sit, wishing she had never moved from it. Miserably she stared at the cracks in the wall that she'd become too familiar with, not wanting to feel sorry for herself but faced with the realization she couldn't ever be happy continuing to live like this.