Amelia nods slowly, her gaze falling to the dirty floor at her feet. "It's where I live now, yes." It feels very surreal most of the time, but it's the truth of the matter. The room at the inn has been turned over and there's no going back, because if she goes back, it means she failed.

"No. No, I just--" She sighs and grips her hair at the roots, taking a moment to breathe. It's been a hard week, but she can be civil. It's not the first time she's done something under pressure, even if this is completely different and all new and terrifying and her entire future is on the line... But she's dealt with all of those things before.

Another slow intake of breath and a deep sigh follow. "I don't... I don't know how to do..." She lets go of her hair to gesture at the places. "This. I can rinse off my dishes when I need to use them and I know how to wash all of my clothes by hand in the tub, but everything else..." Her face falls as she wraps her arms around herself. "I'm doing this all wrong, Adia, and I don't understand how. I buy food, I try to cook, I can clean myself and my clothes well enough, but everything else is all wrong without me being able to explain why."

She looks up at her friend with pleading eyes. "How do you manage it? How do you keep your home? What am I doing wrong here?"