She shook her head right away. She didn't even want to try to recollect what had made her wake up as she had. She really wanted to draw back near him and hug him tight, but instead she recoiled. She closed her eyes and cringed as she learned he knew about her breaking his window. She peeked out to find he wasn't preparing to hit her or anything of the like. It was clear in his voice though, he wasn't all too happy about it.<br/><br/>She was about to hide her hands behind her back when she realized he had already said Conda told him about her '<em>adventures'</em>. That tattle tail! She thought to herself with a frown. Maybe she shouldn't treat him so nice if he was going to be like this! She huffed, blowing a stray hair out of her line of vision. Hearing there might be soup made her mouth water. The idea was all together magnificent to her. She wasn't sure if she could quite get herself to eat at the moment though.<br/><br/>Her lips curled before she let out a sigh. She knew he wanted to know why she had done what she had. She wasn't sure how to tell him though. She thought back to what Conda had told her. About how he wanted the<em>truth.</em>She wasn't all too certain she could provide him with that, when she didn't really know the answers for herself. Her mind had been all over that day. There was no retracing the tracks it made. She knew though that her biggest issue presently was where and what to base all her opinions on. Her father? The church? Her schooling? He didn't seem to like any of those. Yet, it was all she knew. How else was she to form ideas if she didn't have such a basis for things?<br/><br/>Scooting into the middle of the sofa, she gave him a sideways glance before speaking. "How do you know what's wrong and what's right?" She asked. It was clear to her by now, that he had no religious guidelines in his life. So she had to wonder, what was it he went by.