Psyche had never thought of changing her physical appearance. Was it even possible? This is how she had looked when she had received immortality; she thought she was merely supposed to be content with being nineteen forever (even though her current birth certificate stated she was twenty-four). She was about to ask Athena a question on the subject when she was distratced by Enola's confession.
"A year!" She gasped, she couldn't help it. She didn't think she would last two weeks in male form. Enola had had her admiration before, but now even more so.
Technically, since Psyche had gone first, it should have been Athena's turn, as Enola pointed out, but since Psyche was sitting in the middle between both of them, she figured she may as well dish out another secret, if only to make Athena feel more comfortable.
"I was accused of being a witch, once," she admitted. "It was during the Dark Ages, in Dresden, and I haven't been back to Germany since. Honestly, though the thought of being burned at the stake wasn't exactly pleasant, I was more hurt by the fact that my neighbors were so eager to get rid of me."
She put her glass down on the table, fidgeting idly with her napkin, surprised by how quickly a memory she had all but forgotten could upset her. "It was ridiculous, really. The poor girl's appendix had ruptured; I did what little I could with what I knew of herbal remedies to make her slightly more comfortable, but it wasn't my fault that the medical system was so limited and she died anyway."