You ask for her freedom, and the stone gives it, and the house takes it out of the house.
The seventh binding transfers. The house needs someone in it. It has needed someone in it for seven years and it is not sentimental about who.
Nessa walks out of the door at midnight with no shoes and no bag and does not look back, which is the whole of what you asked for.
You are sitting in the kitchen when the light goes off above the garage, and the cup in front of you is the only warm thing left in the building.
Freedom is a real thing. It is just not the same thing as company.