She didn't think of herself as stubborn, never quite registered those moments when she pushed back. Never quite expected the frustration that snapped into anger, but only in certain, rare cases. She didn't see it as stubborn to not want to force people to care for her. She didn't have that balance quite perfected, not yet. She'd grown up too sheltered to truly stand on her own, but she could try to push away those that felt obligated to step in to aid her. And when she didn't push - that was being selfish. In her own mind.
And as for not blaming Bruce for leaving Gotham... She'd seen him in Gotham. That night when he'd slipped into the penthouse, sheltering from the rain. The way he had ended up there for lack of anywhere else to hide. The way he'd fallen apart before he'd known she was there. She remembered the tearing, broken sound of sobs in the dark of the room, the way it caught at something soft and worried in her. The way it sounded familiar to something inside. She would never blame him for leaving, because she suspected (both now and in those dark nighttime moments) that the only other option was one much darker, more drastic. More permanent. She saw the leaving as care for himself. How could anyone see it as anything else?
Even though her own pace was usually quite slow still as she wandered the manor's grounds, she did her best to keep up with Bruce, glad for his shortened stride. She wasn't quite certain how long she could keep it up before she needed to slow or rest, but for the moment, she walked next to him, her fingers continuing to warm in his hand.
She smiled at Pip too, but hers stayed, faint though it was, as they walked. "Lucia and I have been learning from each other." She said a few words in Italian ("bats" being one of them), the pronunciation not quite right on a few of them, but at least recognizable. "I don't think we'll ever be able to have deep philosophical discussions, but we're getting by." And she knew that the longer she was there, the more surrounded she was by the language, the faster it would come. Though it was likely that her accent would be terrible forever.
She didn't pay much attention either to his use of the word "home", but it seemed to fit. It didn't stick out like maybe it should have. If it had, she would have only thought of it as his home here. And Wayne Manor was his home there. Maybe the distinction shouldn't have been quite so easy, but it didn't bother her. "You're doing so much already. Just letting me be here." She shook her head, a few of the curls near her face catching the light with her movement. "You don't have to do anything more. It's more than enough." The talk of the city though... she wasn't even exactly certain where in Italy they were. "What city?"