"I suppose I have," after a slight pause, not quite turning.

'Well' is awfully subjective. And ... well, she has, hasn't she? But she still feels ill-suited to it all, out of place and uncertain, and she wants to go home. Only she'd sort of like to be able to take the advantages of being here home with her, as well, and that is simply not going to happen. It's easy, day to day, to devote herself to what she's decided is going to be her responsibility; to take an interest.

It's just a bit oddly stark to hear it put that way; settled in well. She has, hasn't she? The thought is an unexpected splash of cold water, discomforting and strange.

She shouldn't have.