There was nothing that Llewellyn could do to help her but she wasn't about to tell him that. It was her problem and she wasn't comfortable dragging others into her mess. It was private and if she couldn't find a solution... she'd end the treat. It didn't matter what it took. Enis was ready to die.

She didn't know that death wasn't permanent.

"I noticed." Enis looked over at Llewellyn while recalling the journal that she'd read, the one that Pretzel had handed to her. She had gotten a rough idea of what the Sphere was like. "As long as there aren't any notes pertaining to my situation." If he had those notes he'd have to burn them or she will find and burn them.

"Yeah." She needed him to take things slow and she was glad that he wasn't pushing her. It was difficult for her to trust others. "You're married right? I haven't met your husband but congrats, I guess." That was something that friends said right? Enis wasn't good at this.

She thought about removing the tracker from Llewellyn's hand but in the end, she decided to leave it where it was. Her father had once implanted it into her and while she'd taken it out and deactivated it, she had kept it. Llewllyn might not be a threat but he could easily become a weakness and that wasn't okay. She'd have to keep tabs on him... just in case.