She looks at him and blinks. He had that lost in thought look on his face again. She sighs. She wished she could trust him fully. It got cold at night and she was easily made cold. She shrugs that thought and the one that tried to follow it from her mind. Banishes it from her thoughts. She looks him in the eyes. "Your not anything but yourself. It doesn't matter how you came to be. It is how you chose to live that life that you were given." she says softly. She blinks. "Sleep?" she echoes. "Oh...right...the bed. I'm taking the couch. I can't sleep in a bed...its...lonely." she says softly. "And more space for the cold to get to me." she says softly.