<div style="text-align: justify;">Amelia smiled sadly when Noah told her that, by figuring out what made her anxious, she could remove herself from the situation. "I really appreciate it", she murmured, her voice almost breaking. "But... I can't really remove myself from some situations", the girl continued very quietly. "I have...". Amelia fell silent, looking for the right words to use. "...a role to play", she finally completely, her voice barely above a whisper.<br/><br/>Deciding not to go further into that matter, Amelia turned her attention to Noah once again. She should focus on managing whatever she could, the girl decided. "I know you will", she replied to Noah's words, trying to smile. She hoped she had managed enough of a smile to get him to understand that her disbelief was not at him, but herself.<br/><br/>When Noah asked her if she liked living there, Amelia paused to think a little. She then shook her head on a negative. "Not really", she admitted, quietly. "It's too big, and... I don't know, it feels odd to have such a large house for a small family".<br/><br/>After her words, Amelia sighed and resumed her drawing on a clean page. It always helped her put her ideas in order, and she started drawing a house. Not a big one like her own, it seemed more like a hunting cabin, or something of the sort. <br/><br/>A moment or two of silence later, she dared to ask a question of her own. "How is your own house?", the girl asked, her blue eyes staring into Noah's with anticipation.</div>