"As it does me," Evey agreed quietly. The thought of being around anyone right now was painful. She wanted to be left alone. She wanted... She just wanted peace. Silence. Stillness. With the assurance that she wouldn't lose anyone again. Oh, there were precious few left for her to lose at all, now, especially since everyone had been moved to the City. They weren't hers to protect anymore. The weight of that... gone... gone, but she felt like she'd been permanently shaped into the form of a person who carried that weight all the same.
"Yes," she found herself saying. Even earlier today, she wouldn't have agreed to turn over her health - her very consciousness - to a witch with untold powers and no guarantee of safety. Now.... Now, it didn't seem to matter. Not at all. Not even a little.
Evey opened the pathway between herself and Peter long enough to tell him she was going to rest for a good long while, and closed it right back up again on the heels of his satisfaction.
"Yes," she said again. "I would like that." She didn't even bother with the worry that Maleficent had somehow seen that her mind was too full (even when she'd fought to fill it with nothingness).