Darla took a moment to pick a piece of lint off of her shirt before looking back over to him. She was constantly fussing with her clothing. She knew that she often looked sickly and tired, so she felt as if dressing well was the only way she could let others see she was more than some girl with a mysterious "sickness."
"I knew you weren't going to have a heart attack," she replied simply. "And I'm here to torment and help you at the same time."