[That's good.]

[Yes. It's--possible I could figure it out more directly but I'm not going to suggest it because it would involve taking control of your power and that seems like it would be bad for you but I thought you might want to know that it was conceptually possible.]

She is remarkably ambivalent about this idea.

Huh.

[How do your balls work?]

[Like part of my body. Except they're only there if I want them to be.]

Nod. [That's a common but not universal experience.]

She nods.

[Do you know when you manifested?]

[When I got my powers? A couple weeks ago.]

[Is that when you got out?]

[I waited a little bit first. To make sure I could do it.]

[Wise of you.]

[Mistakes like that are dangerous.]

[They are.]

She very much wants a hug, right now. (She's not sure she can move well enough to initiate one, and she doesn't really want to find out.)

Edie hugs her, carefully, so that she should be able to escape if she wants to and doesn't just want to say so (or trust that saying so would work).

She snuggles up.

[I don't want to go back.] She sounds so young.

[You're not going to,] she promises. [We won't send you back and we won't let anyone else, ever, if they try to. No matter what.]

[Mm.] She's skeptical, and lets it leak through a little, but she'll let herself believe it, for now.

Her doubt is completely reasonable. Time is the only guarantor.

She stays snuggled up for a while.

Eventually, though, she tentatively sends: [food?]

[Right.]

In addition to toast for making paste with, there are miscellaneous fruits and a handful of kinds of candy. 

[I don't care.]

...Okay.

Fruit, then, first. 

Nom.

(She's clumsy with her hands, too; she has trouble picking up anything small, or keeping hold of it. The orbs come back out to assist, after a minute.)