"And why now? Why all of a sudden?" She asked, exhaling. With Alice or some of the gentler slaves, she would offer comfort, sit on the bed with them and listen. But she had an idea that it wasn't something that would bring much comfort to Stiles. "Derek has given you everything you could possibly want. A home, a job, objects to call your own. You're his, and trying to run away without proper warning, or due course... It's throwing his kindness back in his face. She shook her head, frustrated.
"I have my ideas of what caused this, but I'd rather hear it from you than make assumptions. You being hurt in turn hurts my brother, and it's something I dislike seeing."