[In due time she'll grow into her own and know exactly how to keep herself guarded and who she can open up, somewhat, to. Be in control of what she does and how she does it, without any sort of threat of having to conceal herself and her actual attitude and actions. But, for now, she's merely a weary child that is letting out a small groan and laying her head on her folded arms on the table.]

Let's hope it stays that way, I don't know how many people would actually give me somewhere to sleep. [Given she'd now be considered a proper urchin, a proper street child, the type that supposedly only takes for their own amusement instead of survival. She'll teach them that error in due time, but for now she can't help the doubt that's bubbling up inside her in the wane of the anger of what had just happened.]

I had wanted to escape with him when he was healthy again, to leave that hag all alone and to die alone. [Little does she know that she will do just that.]