[She hates when she acts so timid. If she wants something, she goes for it. Nothing should stop her, right? Sometimes, though, there were more important things than what she wanted. Admitting that was difficult. It meant opening up and dealing with all of that scary stuff that she'd tried so hard to avoid.]

You don't seem to be in any condition to chase me down, if I chose to. [A little more like herself.] So I suppose I'll stay. Out of the kindness of my heart.