"I doubt it." She said with a sigh. Her body seemed tense, despite not being in a fight. "I'm tired, Vorim. I don't have anything else anymore. I'm at the end of my rope." She said, taking another sip of her drink. Her body, so whole and pure, was now covered in scars and the disrepair from a lack of basic attention to herself. "Any day now I'm going to get attacked by the wrong person and die. I don't have it in me anymore"