[She stops what she's doing, nearly dropping the feathers that she's holding when Betsy so easily figures her out.]

... Trying to find a way to control them.

[A soft clearing of her throat.

Yes. Closing them completely would be ideal and it is her end goal. She's not sure how many people would understand her want to do so, and how many more would try to stop her if they ever found out that she intended to trap them all here if it meant that she and her loved ones would be safe.]

They are unpredictable, and I wish to stop living in fear of being pulled through them. I've no intentions of returning to my world.