Ilde rolls onto her side, shifting until she's resettled and resting her foot against the side of his leg. "I'm not very good at this." At being with him, at whatever it is she's trying to work through now-- at working through anything at all, since that's not really been her style. Ever, but especially over the past year; it's been much easier just to box each experience up and try to keep moving, too fast for any of it to catch up to her.

She feels like she's been forcibly stopped, for a while, and supposes that's just what happened.