Iramaat, at least, doesn't fidget as he paints her face. There might be a little smile when she hears that mutter, but she doesn't move much. She'd hate to spoil his artwork, even if they are trying to have a conversation at the moment. She tries to relax - although the subject matter isn't exactly one that's conducive to her continued good mood.

She does laugh at his suggestion, "Maybe I should, but on the off-chance they don't vanish I'd rather not be stuck with them..."

She's come a bit of a long way. A year or so ago she couldn't have contemplated actually caring. Now it just feels so very real to her and it hurts, more than she would like. It's not a pleasant experience.

"I mostly just go on binges right now... which isn't all bad."