But this is too much. Whatever kindness he's trying to show her, she's misunderstood again. Her gut feels cold and heavy; she moves away, looking down. How can she be so awful that her kidnapper rejects her? She stews in self-pity, moving quietly away.

She curls her arms around herself, a transparently self-comforting gesture, and stares at the mattress, her forehead pressed into it. "Can I have a shower? Or a bath?"