Katherine felt quite real, here and with him. A feeling of contentment spread through her as the will to vent faded. She was in a vulnerable, sensitive state but she did not mind. So far, he had done nothing to hurt her - well, nothing he had been responsible for. And if he would ever do so, her father would happily claw out his eyes. While it was a gruesome thought for most, it soothed Katherine.
"I do not know what it is like to have a home," she said quietly in her pondering state. Her fingers played with his, brushing and stroking, curling and uncurling. "So many consider this a recluse of outcasts and it changes so rapidly that it is hard to fully call it my home. It's like growing up in a refugee camp. So many talk about their lives before this place while I have none. I wonder what it's like to not live here, to have a choice..."