For some, that might be possible. When you know what you're shedding so that your own flesh doesn't rend in the bargain. But when you don't? The scraps and husks have to stay, for the time being. Whatever they cover, Fever isn't sure she is ready to see. Not yet. It's too much, too soon, and it makes her head ache. Unconsciously, she moves a little more back towards a table, to discreetly steady herself with it.

"It sounds wonderful, for those that need it. I can see very well why you'd choose to stay."

But thankfully, mentioning the cult means that it's likely any hesitation reads as focusing on saving the land she lives in, and not for where it hooks deeper into her heart with cat claws and tugs. Breathe. Just breathe.