The soft words are helpful, but Amelia's in such a state of panic and upset that they don't really sink in. "But I can't cook anything without burning it on this glass, electric... thing I have. I can buy the same amount of everything else I have in the past but I can't sleep at night because I'm hungry and I don't understand why when nothing else has changed..."

Except everything has changed and she's not dealing with it quite yet. The shock of having moved out of the inn and into a place that has no sense of familiarity is a lot to handle all at once.

She sinks onto the couch and takes a deep breath, running her fingers through the ends of her hair to get a few knots out in an attempt to stay grounded. "Can we just sit for a while? Please, I don't want to try again yet."