[ She lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She'd expected some change in his expression, of course. Horror, disbelief, fear, anger, maybe, that she hadn't said something sooner when she lives right next door to him, Fidelio, Will, and the others, or... quite possibly something worse.

Expectation couldn't prepare her to see the expressions she does on his face, feel the tension in his hand, which... he doesn't yank away? She blinks up at him for a moment, almost dumbfounded, then takes a swipe at her eyes with the sleeve of her free hand. Is she shaking a little? She definitely doesn't have tears trying to gather in her eyes.

That's just a trick of the light coming through the trees or something. ]

I wish. At least then there'd be some hope of getting rid of it. No, it's... 'm not ready to talk about it, but it's a clan -- a tribe thing.

[ That, she hadn't planned on revealing; and yet, like most things she says and does, it's deliberately disclosed. Ignoring it could put him and the others in danger, so if she has to at least glance at that part of it, then -- it just makes sense to her in the moment. She's quick to press on. ]

'S why you hear my stomach growl sometimes even after we eat, why I drink so much coffee and sleep so much sometimes. Coffee suppresses my appetite and I try to sleep through it when it's really bad.

I've never indulged, but I'm worried. I'm... I'm scared of what I might do if I lose control, if something in this place makes me lose control.

[ She squeezes his hand again. Hasn't realized just how tight her grip has become as she's continued to speak. ]

I meant what I said, Bas. I get it. I don't want to hurt you or any of our friends either, or... worse.