"I have carried this affliction within me since birth" she replied. It took a great deal for her to open up to someone, let alone a complete stranger. She was showing a great deal of trust. With her brother so far away, what choice did she have? She couldn't bear the thought of blooming and harming those who had come to her aid when she had arrived on the station.
"It took my arm first" she said, glancing down to her prosthetic right arm more in a gesture than anything. "Gradually it took my leg, and then later took half of my other leg" she noted.
"Should I bloom three times, my transformation will be complete and I will become the Goddess of Rot. Thus far I have bloomed twice. And so my time to bloom once more nears. Should my body fall to near death, I will bloom" she explained. "While it allows me to heal, to live, it allows the rot to spread within me and with that, it can also spread tot he rest of this place. The rot will spread and grow. Growth from decay. Life from death"