Fred knew there were times she might say strange things; they made sense to her, but others found them a little strange. Now she was experiencing it on the other side perhaps.
"Wolfies?" Oddly perhaps the therapy bit didn't seem to phase her. Of course, he was in therapy, what sane person would be this forward with her? Well, that explained that, not that she'd really been all that focused on finding an explanation, not at the moment anyway.
She stepped closer, a finger pointing into his chest as she did so. "Wolf word? You'll be good? Very good? You're not good now? And you shouldn't pretend. It's not that far from lying, you know." Yes, she knew sometimes pretending, or lying, was necessary, but it didn't always help. The times it did were rare if anyone ever asked her about it. The truth was usually the best way to go.
"So, are you a good guy or a bad guy?" Yes, she was very close now. She was even speaking in a low voice, and it wasn't just because they were in the Library.