"That I don't doubt, but I won't let myself be the cause of it," she notes, unwilling to let that happen. Let them find her own ways, she won't be it.

She chuckles softly at that. "Little seems right, especially before this place when they had no way of recovering or coming back. At least outside of a few I've known." But then that involved witches who are not, really in her world, as human as everyone else.

That makes her smile then, glancing sidelong at him with a look that was almost fondness. "I think my blood might be a bit thin. Growing up in the swamps and all," she says, teeth fairly chattering. "I think the moisture..." Not tears, moisture, though the emotions and pain that came with it likely didn't help. "Please?"