She'll feel bad for not even having considered asking if they had a second once she realizes that. Maybe next time... The price didn't seem to bad, after all. Most of her memories she doesn't care about much, anyway.

"I can try." She doesn't sound particularly sure about that and pulls her shoulders up a bit in defense. Can she make friends? She can make allies, perhaps. Corwin is ...different. Easy, if she admits to the word. It's not like he has many options, and here she is, and here he... tries to help her so much, and she's slowly starting to accept that there is nothing hidden in the shadows behind that except for someone very lonely (who is lonely for good reason, but one that he can't help). He's easy to get affection and positive attention from. But someone who has all the options? What does she even have to offer them? The only way in which she ever got others to care about her was being useful to them, in one way or the other. She's useful to Corwin by just being there and talking to him, being someone he can be himself around, someone who doesn't run and evade him. Maybe her use here really is being a friend.

...It makes her scared to think about it like that. Because it means that if Corwin finds someone else who will provide it for him...