"That's too bad," Angelina murmured. She was quite enjoying the feeling, and having never been bitten by one before, Ang wasn't sure how long it would last. She had been bitten by a whole bunch, so probably quite a substantial amount of time. Tomorrow she would wonder if billiwigs were especially attracted to people who needed happiness, or if this was just some huge coincidence. It was no secret that Angelina was having a bit of a rough patch, even if few knew the real details.
"Right, right. She can get pretty... protective, I guess." Angelina had known it all too well, and first hand. The medi-witch, while fantastic at her job, could often get a bit too intense for Ang's liking. Of course, Ang was happy for it when her teammates were injured, and healed right back to normal in a jiffy.
With her outside hand, Angelina reached over and picked at George's shirt. At first she was picking off a piece of fluff, but then she realized it was soft, soothing, and rather comforting. Yes, Angelina was acting incredibly odd, but at least most people would know why. "I'm sorry we fought," Angelina whispered, "I didn't much like it one bit. You're one of my best mates, I don't really want that to dissolve away into nothing." While Angelina was doing things she wouldn't have without prompt, everything she was saying and doing was coming from the bottom of her heart. Unlike some drugs or alcohol which would induce lies, billiwigs were only playing off Angelina's own happiness.