Being alone had been one of the more difficult parts of living on the run. Used to spending most of her waking moments surrounded by people, she discovered months earlier that isolation wasn't the paradise it initially sounded like. When she was stuck in a room full of blathering idiots she was required to socialize with because they had matching Marks on their arms, she would imagine what it would be like to never have to speak to any of them again. Even a single night in an empty bed where she didn't have to worry about the sound of Antonin's steady breathing driving her completely mad seemed like Heaven. Now that she had not only had a taste of it, but a bellyful, she almost started missing the days she spent around other human beings.