"I do deserve it," Olivia corrected in what might be considered a stubborn tone for her, although it was still much softer and weaker than the average tone of any other person. "Some.. sometimes I have to do it myself." She tugged the right sleeve of her sweater down over her hand and pinched it there between her fingers, keeping the cuts that were there hidden. "It makes me better."
Normally she would have flinched if anybody touched her like that, but there was something calming about Felicity that Olivia enjoyed. In a way she was easy to understand and that was something that Olivia liked. Most people who attempted to help Olivia often tried to force a new way of thinking onto her without giving her any time to adjust to what they were saying and for a girl who was as mentally unstable as Olivia this often proved to be counter-productive. So while there were bruises and other wounds on her back, Felicity's movements were soft enough to be comforting without causing any pain. "I.. I think you're nice," she admitted gently.
"I'm always hungry. But I don't have to eat. I.. I ate on Tuesday. I had crackers and a little bit of apple before somebody took it." Strangely enough she didn't seem to show any signs of caring that the little food she had attempted to eat had been taken from her.