"If I thought putting a leash on you would help, I'd have done it," She scoffs, "I'm not telling you this shit just because I like being a killjoy. Which I do like, by the way."

There's something delicious about destroying other people's happiness. She's not about being petty, from time to time, and like the proverbial schoolyard bully, finds offloading her stress onto other people to be a perfectly serviceable coping method.

"The hedges move in here, and I'd just bet if we get too far from one another we'll find there's no way back to one another. Speaking of which, we've gone about... twenty meters?" If that; they hadn't even turned a corner, yet, "Should still be in sight of the entrance. Take a look."

She knew it'd be gone. It was gone the moment neither of them were looking.