She moved over to him, her thumb pressed on his lips, "you talk too much," she told him politely. Her eyes were wide as she looked over him, "you don't want to kill, you want..." what was it that he wanted, she couldn't put her thumb on it. Moving her thumb she didn't move, her hand touched his cheek, it was soft, tender, he was lost, she could see that.
"You are like a human, everything is bigger, like me, contain in a body," she cocked her head to the side, her hand still touching him. "He never wished you ill and I would help if I could, time, time, time, is everything and this isn't my time, old chum.