'I've never seen a dancing fox girl. Does it look like a fox or a girl? And was the cat wearing boots? Much more interesting than visualizing the pounding going on in your head, you know....'
Morag picked up the bag and started pulling out items. Finding something pink, she dutifully pulled it out and opened it. Sniffing it experimentally, she shrugged and rubbed some on her neck. 'It itches,' she told him, explaining why she was scratching it. 'I don't notice I'm scratching until it starts to hurt. I might be scratching too hard....' she admitted.
'What?' she repeated, frowning. 'Not at all? How can a lousy illness kill people? And why can't they do anything????'