"It's never seemed to you that I have a lot more money than I should?" she asks. She'd paid him back, after all, all that money the sirens had taken from him. She'd paid him back without the slightest indication that it had hurt her financially, because it hadn't. All over this country, there are accounts with her various names on them, more money stocked away than she'll ever possibly need.

"I'm a con artist, Caden. Or... I was. I haven't done anything since I got here." Saying it like that, saying what she is so plainly, it's scary. Saying that she hasn't done it in such a long time is a reminder to herself of all the way she's let things go. Not everything, she doesn't know if she'll ever entirely change, but something happened here. Something bigger than she's willing to let herself see most of the time.