[They walk into the grove, and she considers now how much things have changed for her in the short time here. Francesca is not someone that typically seeks people out, but then she's been thoroughly sheltered her whole life, burrowing even more in what she finds enjoyable and how she relates herself to the world at large. Her world is so strict in its rules, especially for a woman. To engage with it with others takes a lot.]

I suppose I did not often mind the solace, but when one's mind keeps going, it is harder to convince oneself it is safe here. [At least when she is alone.]

Mm, it is alright. I think it better to speak of it with someone who knows. As you say, less to explain and a shared experience. It was a ghastly thing, but then many such things exist here. It is all too commonplace, and perhaps I must learn to adapt.