"But saving face by not even trying?" She raised her eyebrows, but was soothed by his words. "I know you wouldn't." She whispered, nuzzling against him, and resting against him slightly.
"I just... still kind of feel like a prisoner. Not by you, I swear... not by you. Just... that I'm here when I shouldn't be. That I don't have a journal, that I can't talk to the people I used to talk to. That I can't... I don't know... go out to town, even if you let me. Just in case." She rested her head on his shoulder. She thought about Stiles' brand, and how the only one she had still was Eterna's. How easy it would be for her to walk in and take her, and that no one would be able to stop her.