Oh, if only it were that easy. Lalla swallowed hard, pulling a red petal off and dropping it. "I can't. My doctors won't allow it. I have no money. Nowhere to stay in London. I would be found by my parents, and they'd cut off my route to London. I'd be kept under lock and key." The idea was horrifying, and would no doubt result in another breakdown, or worse. If she was to ever escape, she would need a foolproof plan and a lot of help. With no friends, this was rather impossible.
"I can't imagine you've ever painted a caged nightingale before. We're not as beautiful as free birds."