It's exhausting. [ She realizes after a few seconds of silence that she's left that as a very incomplete thought. ] Not having control of something. Living in fear of being taken somewhere else or having something taken from you.

[ So she can understand the desire. The last few years of her life have felt like nothing more than a state of living in constant fear of being taken off to some other place or having those she loved snatched away from her. Though she does hesitate at that last bit the other woman says, enough to blink a few times. ]

You'd rather stay here?