She wound up biting her finger, making an effort to hold in all notes of disgust, and memories that were surfacing. Unbeknownst to her, she had broken skin, and blood trickled down to her finger. She didn't notice it until the metallic smell of blood entered her nose, and the taste in her mouth. Almost immediately she pulled away, "damn it," she hissed, "excuse me, I need to go get something from the cabinet."
At that she stood up, and went over to the cabinets to search for what she needed, til she found it. She pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and poured it on the wound. "Not that it hurts, but I don't like infections. Those can be worse than the actual injury itself."
She sat back down, injury set and clean. "I apologize for that; I'm not entirely fond of the old gods. They're nothing but childish, malevolent spirits."
Alessa mentally noted that this whole touch thing sounded a bit like Blythe, especially the dreaming aspect. "So, like prophetic dreaming? I have that too, but well, often times it only pertains to me. When I was young, I used to have them more often. Used to have hunches about when something bad would happen."