[ It might help distract her from thinking about the fact that she can sense her blood. She can hear it running through her veins and smell the unique scent.
. . . Although there's something off. It isn't like she smells bad. And there isn't any ill intent that she can feel from her. But there's always something a little ominous there, too. ]
It's fine. [ She sighs, leaning back against the tree, eyes closing. Drawing her knees up, she wraps her arms around them. ]
. . . One of your friends helped me with something. Before he disappeared. It was something I needed, but recently it disappeared.