Was she completely foolish to be slightly attached to the tripping she did? Yes, it was. Perhaps it wasn't so much an attachment as it was she was simply just so used to it that even imagining a slightly improvement seemed a big deal.
"I wouldn't miss the bruises," she said ruefully, rubbing a fading black and blue mark on her arm from when she'd stumbled into the door frame at home. "If you think you can handle both me and mum."