Faria felt him pull away. Instinctually she knew what it meant. She may not have known him for long, though, she knew him well enough. The feeling in the back of her chest that pressed up to the back of her throat turned sour when he released her wrists, which she let drop down to her sides. Absently she glanced up to the camera, and a faint ironic smile painted itself onto her lips.  "Yes. I'm done." She answered him, gently biting her lower lip as she turned away from him.<br/><br/>The woman motioned to the door, "Goodnight." She'd completely given up on him now. And somehow that hurt more than she was willing to admit. Which was strange to her. As if... Somehow... He would have been the one to understand? How wrong she'd been. Even if her motives were selfish. She wanted the generations to come to know normalcy. "Thankyou... For listening." Somehow emotionally spent and crushed- she collapsed onto her bed. Kicking her heels off; and deciding to stare blankly at the ceiling until he left. Maybe this odd roller coaster of emotions was due to the lack of closeness she felt to anyone else? The woman had no clue what to attribute it to.