Haze dipped her head under Willow’s hand as it hung by her side in an effort to sooth her witch, though she felt a nap might be better for that. Willow’s own response to the feel of fur beneath her fingertips was to stroke it, going so far as to nearly scratch behind her familiar’s ears before she remembered her feline companion was far from being a domesticated and did not like to be treated like one. Unless you smoothed down her fur in a very specific way… kind of like licking, she figured. Yeah. Wild cat. So while the panther demonstrated her own form of affection by mouthing her wrist a little -- what? It wasn’t like she had ever actually hurt her -- the witch ran her other hand through her hair, leaving it suitably… tousled. ‘Messy’ was probably the word, but right now she definitely preferred ‘tousled’. “Ahh, yeah. Hey.” A smile had sprung into place, acknowledging her own name almost before she’d realised a question had been asked. “Willow Butterfly Bohinen, to be precise.” Her nose wrinkled as she grinned despite her headache. It didn’t matter how many people thought that she or it were weird; she loved her full name. Hence the fake-tattoo tights she was currently in love with and debating whether or not to make a permanent tattoo. Maybe after switching up the design.
But was she alright? Just now she would give anything to be able to honestly answer that in the affirmative.
“I… It’s just the mother of all psychic headaches.” Willow was more than aware that her tone was just trying to be casual. Because she obviously didn’t really have anything to really complain about. She didn’t. Most of Scarlet Oak had it worse than she did right now. With a vague shrug she gestured towards Many Paths and sighed. “And the thing with the school - People really want answers right now, you know? There’s just a lot of them. People, I mean.” And she’d felt awful turning away the ones who had been waiting, but a psychic was no use if you made their head explode or if you asked questions that had no real answers. “I didn’t look especially suicidal right now, did I? Because extremes aren’t my thing.” That and she was starting to think that karma owed her for this.
‘Maybe you just need to breathe,’ Haze remarked, tail twitching. Her gaze lingered on the other woman long enough for her to yawn, run her tongue over sizeable teeth and settle onto her hind legs like some sort of sentinel. Then any passing traffic became more interesting.