I'm starting to wonder if I should be less okay with being here.

[ No one had asked to come to this place, as far as Jane knows, but compared to life right now at home, she'd started to think of being here as a refuge of sorts. Something better than having to deal with her own constant push and pull. ]

Are you? Okay with being here, I mean. It sounds like you know at least a little more about this place than I do.