Dorcas glanced away, hiding her unnecessarily hurt expression. Why should she be hurt? She wasn't really. "No, it's okay. Really. I like to hear about you, about your day. It's interesting. I mean, you go out and do things with people. Apparently. I just... usually I just sit in a dark room, alone, listening to things in the walls."
She snorted in amusement, grinning a little, "She's terrible. She might try but, y'know, she's not as good at it as the Kindly Ones to be honest. She lets jealousy get in her way." Gods he smelled good. She made a bit of a whining noise and nuzzled his side. He made her feel strange hot, tingling things and she didn't know what to do about it.
Her head? She pulled away and curled up tightly, closing her eyes, "Not really. I'm afraid it's going to explode soon and someone will get hurt. I think bad things are going on next door..." Her hair was rapidly changing color and the tattoo on her shoulder was twisting and curling. She didn't mean to be doing these things but she was.