Frustration filled every cell of her being. For such an intelligent wizard, he could ask the dumbest questions. How could he not understand how unbearable her existence had become? It was bad outside the Resistance's village. Inside, it was immeasurably worse. At least when she was on the move she didn't have to worry that the vast majority of people in the immediate area were fantasizing about her vicious murder. She had freedom to move, views other than canvas walls to stare at all day and night. With the exception of Sarah and Lee, no one else even spoke to her. Well, unless it was to taunt her like Wood or warn her to behave herself like Charlie.