"I can't really ask for too much more," she stated, her tone a little bit stiff. She wasn't upset with what Alice has said - after all, her friend was just trying to be nice but she'd gone over this whole circle of logic with herself so many times. When she sat up in bed at night with her curtains drawn shut. The stark silence where she'd once been able to hear Beth snore made her starkly aware of it. When she was in class and missed an assignment. When everyone at a meal laughed and she had no clue what was so funny because it was so loud in the room and she'd missed it.

So in typical Calla-coping-mechanisms, she shoved down the resentment that built in her in those moments about why that man had chosen their shop to blow up? About why it had to be that weekend on the one day she was there not in the castle? And the one she really hated, the one she'd never, never admit even if someone threatened to put her through the whole thing again - why had it been her who suffered the most long term damage when it had been Dahlia he was rejected by?

She hadn't been lying when she said she'd been getting used to it. But she'd learned really quick that physically used to it and mentally used to it was two very different things.

"Maybe it will," she admitted after a moment of silence where she'd brewed in her own thoughts, forcing a bright smile on she'd worn a bit too much over the past few years that was worn more to comfort the viewer than herself. It only lasted a second though as she caught Alice's eyes and broke both the smile and the contact. "But I don't really want to get my hopes up in case it doesn't."