Under any other circumstances Bela would have taken the time to appreciate the view around her. She may even go as far to say that it was beautiful; the snow, the forest and the stars above them. But the feeling of being trapped seemed to sour the environment for her. Bela didn't want to appreciate a place which had become a prison.

The company was welcome, but she's glad that Kira isn't one to coddle her or think that she needed a comforting hand or touch. Bela would let him know if she did.

"I actually understand that. My instincts tell me to get angry and I don't know, yell at something. Vent out my frustration somehow. I hate not being in control of where I can and can't go."

She sighed again, glancing over at him. Bela knew that she was exposing a more vulnerable side of herself to Kira, and she wished that she hadn't.

"But if lashing out doesn't seem to work, what does? Aside from getting blinding drunk - I tried that one and it's only a temporary solution."