It's so dark out here. So quiet. It is like Mathias, in a lot of ways. Puts her on edge a little. But when she listens, there's a breeze. There's the sound of crickets, and something she'd guess is probably an owl but she's too much of a city girl to be sure.

It's dark, and it's eerie, but it's alive.

"Is it okay if..." She hesitates, once again feeling stupid, feeling like she should be more grown up than this, more okay than this. "When I moved in with my aunt... she let me sleep on my mattress on the floor in her room. Would... Could I..."