Golden Glade Brick by brick.

Jocasta hoped that what she'd said registered, or at least was useful enough to make her somewhat of a catch even though she held some self-doubt which discolored the conversation. At least this time she wasn't lying outright about herself.

That said, Towhee did not sound convinced. 
We're kind of in flux. She said. Are you sure you wanna saddle yourself to that?

It was a fair question. So was the, Why? It was justifiable doubt. It wasn't like Jocasta had come out here looking to throw herself at the first wolf who offered her a home or anything, but it felt like a good opportunity.

I'll admit I'm being selfish and possibly short-sighted by jumping on your bandwagon, she answered with a small nod of her chin. But I don't want to roam the wilderness in this awful rain. You said you'd lost some bodies to it already — I'd rather not let the same happen to me. If that means pledging myself in to servitude then I'm all for it. Would rather put my energy somewhere that matters.

Between the two options, one being a lonely life of wandering and the other servitude and sanctuary it was an easy choice.