Ellie shrugged, watching the dog flop her long limbs down lazily next to Lilah.
"I don't know," she responded after a moment. "I suppose it doesn't, really. There's no rule that says so. I just feel... tired. I don't always make sense when I want to make sense. And sometimes I think I make sense -- but then it turns out that I don't."
She didn't like it when that happened, because it was usually harder to fix than simply making further explanation. Ellie might be difficult to phase, but she wanted badly to feel functional; on some level it was always disappointing to feel that she was taking steps backward rather than forward. The funny thing about that was how she'd felt she was making nothing but progress, before all of these Feelings. Capital F.
"Oh well," Ellie sighed good-naturedly. The dog huffed in response, prodding Lilah with her snout for petting.