[ that's definitely the fear and worry and hope keeping her up. wanting to go home, not wanting to leave or bonnie or caroline or anyone. if they even went home. being relocated like this doesn't help; reminds her just how much power the wardens have and what they can do with it, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop them.
her lips purse defiantly at the log comment (he's also right about bonnie; she wouldn't stand for it) - but they soften not a moment after. she watches him prepare the cup of tea, pauses some. (there is a lot she could tell him.) ] The anklets don't come off. And there are no punishments, no rules.