A soft nod; an agreement to the word without speaking it herself. She had wondered about what Sin would do. She had questioned if maybe she would go. But knowing what she did about Sin's past she thought she wouldn't. That she had reasons, more than most, for staying. But...maybe no reason was enough.
Dahlia's gaze had drifted; eyes unfocused as her thoughts ran but when Jake spoke she quickly looked back. "I..." she hadn't thought of that. "I guess they could have." which suddenly made her angry. Could they just do that to any of them? Maybe others hadn't wanted to leave but were forced. Ripped away just to see what it would do or how everyone would react. Dahlia felt her lips form into a sneer "I don't think she did anything else....after." other than be pissed. But maybe that was enough. Maybe they'd told her to do something, like apologize, and she'd refused.
Dahlia was so tired of the questions. Of not knowing. Her life had always been confusing; muddled by her own self. But this...place...made her so much more confused.
"Jaime asked me if I was thinking about leaving." Dahlia remarked, a hand raising to push messy strands of hair from her face. "I said no. But I'm not sure that saying no means anything." maybe Jake would leave next. He said he wouldn't but...
She had told herself that it was okay. That people left and there were reasons. She had thought that maybe if she understood it, that she accepted it, that it wouldn't hurt so much. It still did though. When she went back her cabin would be empty. Sin wouldn't be there to stay up at night with. Just like Madi wasn't there to talk about plants with. Or Otis to tell her jokes till she laughed at how dumb he was being.
Dahlia shook her head slightly "I was running.." she hesitated slightly but went on; Jake already had cause to think her strange and she was too tired now to censor herself. "I was running from me. My head. I...I had tried to paint and I couldn't and then Sin was gone and I...I just ran." she sighed faintly again as she looked down at herself "...not very well though." it looked like the running had won; not her.
She began to nod to his questions; that she wanted to stay, that maybe a shower could wash everything away like the rain hadn't. But again she hesitated. "I could go..I don't want to keep you up..." what she really meant was she didn't want to be a bother.