Sleeping Dragon is 'i love you' a fact or weapon?

She doesn't say anything, and Thuringwethil remains silent, and she realizes she doesn't understand what's going on. Her confusion had remained since they last spoke but she can't force her to explain if all she wanted is to be away from her. Her absence since then has left an unwelcome home, no matter how much she can keep herself busy. Not having her friend to go and talk to, or rest nearby for a while, that she vaguely wonders if it would ever return back to normal. There's a part of her, deep down, that knows it won't.

"Mochof," she murmurs a thanks, swinging her head around to watch her go, but when she catches her gaze, she's not quite left. Standing there, waiting, stalling, expecting...? Thuringwethil can't quite tell so she shifts enough so she can face her, but still she does not stand. "Will you tell me?" she asks then, her breath lodging into her throat, "when you... you've had enough space?"