"I mean, they don't stop being scary." She's heard what they can do and seen just how intense their compound is. Only an idiot wouldn't be concerned about that. "But it's not like they know where we sleep."

Not right now, anyway. Someday, that'll probably change, and maybe that will be terrible enough that she won't be bored for a long damn time--that's how it always goes, eventually. But right now, she's living in the middle of a forest without fear, and that's more than she's had since the funeral home.

Professional coward makes her want to roll her eyes again, but she doesn't. You used to be afraid. Maybe he hasn't learned how not to be. It doesn't sit quite right, and she doesn't know if it's because it's another lie or because for once, he's actually telling the truth. Either seems equally possible, after a month and a half around him. And that's why her answer's earnest, and less impatient than it could be. "Nothing says you have to stay afraid, just because you think you're a coward now. You can change."