Ashling watched him with a blank face, but a sympathetic look in her eyes. Sometimes she actually felt guilty for not being more freaked out by the situation than she was. Someone had once explained it to her that the magic of the hotel had hit her in 'the ideal way.' She was able to accept the situation and not dwell on it. Sometimes she was grateful for that. Sometimes she was horrified with herself.
"It could be worse," she echoed, softly. "But it's not what we want. It's not freedom." Ashling shrugged and picked up the brush again. "No matter how hard I try and force myself, I can't bring myself to believe I'm stuck here forever. Eventually I'll get out when it's time. I don't understand why I feel that way, but I do."