"Song and story is what I can do, what I've--always done." Either of her own accord, or otherwise.

As for fighting... "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think I'm... suited." She fidgets with her hair again. She can't explain her aversion--perhaps it would even have been easier to escape, if she could fight--but... no. For all the bitter memory that music holds for her now, it's what comes naturally to her. Reaching out to others comes naturally to her. Not conflict.