She shakes her head, those words make her very sad because she knows that it isn't true. The only way that she survives this horrible body and her decaying mind is through the comfort of others, through Barbet's care. And now, whether it is true or not, she suspects the witch's disdain for her lifeless skin. She suspects it of everyone, truly, even Barbet who lets her sleep next to him.

"Maybe..."

But it was an illusion that she wanted, desperately. She looks down, remaining hunched into herself miserably.