I—

[For just a moment, her words lock in her throat. She's dipping her gaze again, because that is something she can agree on. As much as she could claim that tomorrow she could wake, return to the world she knows well, and give not a second thought to things here, she doesn't want that to be the case. She isn't ready to say a farewell to anyone of them.

Not yet. Perhaps not ever. Perhaps because she has come to value what they mean to her and what changes they have made in her life.]

I would not mind that either.

[Her confession is a touch quiet, easily drowned out by the rest of the noise in her head, even if it's quite plainly said in his presence.]

I am not ready to leave the things in this world behind. I have likely thought that more than I would be willing to say it. Surely the sharing of my dreams, of the past that lingers behind me, would put all of that in jeopardy. The fear of that is very real. The fear that those I care for will look at me differently. Decide that I am somehow less than worthy. A grave disappointment. I am not certain how strong I am to face that. I act strong, but perhaps that is just a ruse sometimes.

[She suspects she would be devastated if in the face of such things Dohalim couldn't bear to look at her.]