Enigma had to smile at his earnest, finding him as adorable as an eager puppy. “A soda would be good,” she said softly, making sure to force a tremble into her voice as she looked away, as if she was trying desperately not to give into the fear she was 'hiding'. “I...would like to wash some of this off, it makes my skin crawl, to think of someone's blood on me.”
Her voice trembled more, and she turned away, hiding her face, raising a hand to wipe her nose, tears easily coming to her as the stress of Erik's illness was still so close to her mind, the worry, the fear...” she gave a sniff, suddenly so eager to burst into tears and just release all the emotions she had kept bottled up for the past week. “I'm sorry, I'm usually not so weak...”