She wilts, but she doesn't let herself wilt all the way. She keeps her eyes on him. "Hap, come on," she grinds out. "I haven't tried to escape since you brought me up here. There have been chances. I haven't taken them."

Her hands are white-knuckled fists on the bed. She lets out a hiss of a sigh, ashamed to have to say this at all. It feels like lowering herself. Everything feels like lowering herself. "I'm worried I'm gonna... do something to myself."