"If it makes you feel any better, it'll be hard to see in all that blonde." She waved at his head with something of a resigned sigh. Any gray hairs on her head will stand out like a... gray hair in a sea of dark. Shit. She might actually be here long enough to age. Moving restlessly, she absently started re-arranging a few things as her mind traced back. How long had she been here? Almost a year, minus a month or two, wasn't it? And all that time...

"I'm not going anywhere." It was part a reminder to Ishiah that she was his friend in this place, that whatever happened with Cal, if he didn't want to deal with it alone, he didn't have to. But mostly, it was a comment on her situation. She wasn't going anywhere. Even if she wanted to.