[She had been ready to go home. She'd been ready to find herself back in that big, high castle with the rain constantly lashing on the windows and the candles sputtering but never going out. She'd been ready to take Peter along with her, to introduce him to her friends, to have someone with her who existed outside the story that she would spend the rest of her life writing.]

I don't think I'd mind that. [Poison replies. She's already thought of that, too.] I wouldn't have tried to control him, anyway. That's not what you do to people you care about.