Dahlia pursed her lips slightly in thought before relenting with a sigh "I guess it is. I've...never had that before." there were days where she didn't feel like painting but it hadn't ever been a block. She just wanted to do other things that day. Now she wanted to paint and something didn't want her to. It was...frustrating. Still as much as it made a part of Dahlia mad; she offered a smile. "You are helping." maybe trying to paint here wouldn't help. Maybe she'd never paint again; which did make her frown. But...at least here she had some quiet to hold onto.
She just...hoped the quiet would make the painting come back too.
"Yeah. Usually he meows like normal but if you ignore him too long it gets louder and louder..." Dahlia had found that out the first day when she hadn't given him food quick enough. Most of the time he was pretty good about just curling up and not being loud though. And listening to shhh.
Dahlia still worried a little about...all of it. But she still got to her feet and set the blanket aside so that they could go to her cabin. Normally she would have just...gone out barefoot but she realize that Jake may question that. In a brief moment of memory she went to get her dirty clothes and tugged back on her muddy boots.
Nodding slightly that she was ready to go Dahlia headed towards the door. In a way she realized that maybe it would be easier to just stay at her place. Or ask him to stay there too. She wasn’t sure if it would be as calming there though. Maybe it was the cabin. Maybe it was the memories associated with it.
She wasn’t sure. She tried to not think about it as she walked along with Jake. As least, on a plus side, she wasn’t limping so much anymore.