She does not stop, but approaches still. Maybe the blood is not of wounds, but of sickness.
Her thoughts run unbidden to Neil, and that day she had found him fallen, bloody from his own spew, encircled by ghosts of his mind. Her lips press together and she sends the thought away.
"I cannot be sickened by any illness," she tells him as she draws nearer. "You need not fear harming me."
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Date: 2017-01-07 11:51 pm (UTC)Her thoughts run unbidden to Neil, and that day she had found him fallen, bloody from his own spew, encircled by ghosts of his mind. Her lips press together and she sends the thought away.
"I cannot be sickened by any illness," she tells him as she draws nearer. "You need not fear harming me."