Heather had once been determined to look for a way home... more because she was indignant about having been taken anywhere against her will than anything else. But as the time passed... she'd realized that she had it better here than anywhere.

She heaves a sigh in response to that, eyes narrowing down at her empty bowl for a moment or two.

"... I think I know why I don't like the quiet. It lets me think too hard."

The sounds of the outside world were a lot quieter than the ones in her own head, half the time... sometimes drowning them out was the easiest way to get some peace and quiet.