You're sick. You were nearly killed. All kinds of shitheads are out to tear you to pieces. You were in pain, hungry, cold, filthy. Here you have safety, comfort, even, even love." JuJube put his hand son her face in a gesture of practices affection. They trembled a little with an almost instant desire. "And you want to leave---because of your---your twisted visions."
Kumo pushed his hands away. Her hunger for affection was lose in her desire for her art.

Misha