Since moving into the village filled with the Resistance, she hadn't had much need for any hope of life returning to the barren world. Warmer temperatures didn't necessarily mean an easier life for her. Stuck inside the village's protective wards and living inside the old tent, she was simply existing one dismal day after one boring day. If she had known what a prison the canvas would turn into, she would've thought harder before she accepted the perceived gift from Draco. Of course, if she'd known how awful it would be to live amongst the rabble she'd spent the better part of her life actively fighting against, she would've thrown that scrap of parchment with the address to Lee and Sarah Jordan's home in his face.