She only moves far back enough to give him room- otherwise Svava is not leaving.

"If I had a way to go back to deal with those who harmed you- I would. You didn't give them that power, they took it and abused it. They made you a prisoner, which no one deserves." She sighs quietly, shaking her head.

"You're not a prisoner, Yrael. Not here, not anymore. No one here will take anything from you without your consent. Friends wouldn't take anything anyways."

A careful nudge moves his glass of milk next to her cup of tea.

"Have you ever thought about how much power you have over me? And other people who are your friends?"