Her eyelids fluttered as she heard him lean toward her, but she kept her eyes closed, and deliberately unclenched her hands from the bedspread. He wasn't going to attack her, and she wasn't going to attack him either. She let her mind wander, skipping over the recent trauma, and the anxiety of being surrounded by the walking dead, and the stress of finding out that monsters were real, and her father was one of them.
There were still happy moments during those times, laughing in the kitchen with Daniel Carpenter, swimming with Vance whose feet had almost never touched the floor when she'd first met him, playing with Harry's little puppy. But she found herself drifting back, farther than that. She found herself sitting on the shore of a secluded lake, back before she had to worry about anything. She'd wandered down to where the lawn met the beach, and just sat there, feeling the grass between her fingers, the sand between her toes, and the warm sunlight on her face.
She could hear the water lapping against the wooden dock, nearby, and her chest swelled with many happy memories from her childhood, in this place. "How do I..." She swallowed hard, feeling the press of tears behind her eyes; reluctant to bring her fears into this sanctuary.