"Probably not.." Dahlia agreed but in here you never knew. She, again, reminded herself to attempt to request a replacement for them just in case but...her memory was sketchy at best sometimes. It made her wish she'd remembered her bag. She could have written it down in her journal. But it was left behind; along with everything else.
When Jake moved to sit down Dahlia shifted slightly to be able to face him as he spoke. A ghost of a smile crossed her features; as all of it was exactly what she felt her life had been. She had spent years trying to explain, trying to put it all into words that made any sense and she'd always failed. Maybe whatever she was, whatever her thoughts were, just couldn't be made sense of.
And if they couldn't? She wasn't sure where that left her. Confused, yes. But if she couldn't explain it, and couldn't make it better, then it was just...her.
Which only served to confuse her more at the moment.
"What do people say? Looks can be deceiving." she tried to tease but it held undercurrents of her own personal insecurities. She wasn't covered in mud, she wasn't crying out of frustration or throwing things across the room. Her heart wasn't pounding and her head wasn't screaming....but Dahlia still felt a mess. It was just...more of a controllable mess right now. Maybe it was just the lull...so much adrenaline fading away leaving her weary and worn.
It made her tempted to curl up and just go to sleep.
But the last time she'd slept around someone that wasn't used to how she could be (like Sin had become); she'd hurt them. She didn't want to claw Jake...or have a nightmare around him.
Dahlia laid her cheek against her knees. "Could I try painting here?" she asked, seemingly at random. But maybe if it was Jake, or the cold, or...whatever it was that made her feel quiet...maybe it would go better than it had earlier tonight. Maybe the quiet would be enough to help her over whatever block had formed.
"I haven't painted since the new year I think. I...can't lately." was it the new year? Was it the bear? Dahlia wasn't entirely sure when she'd stopped painting or what the why was for it. But she did know she missed it. Desperately.