#fayeavrey

1.How can you tell that they’re lying? Chise usually avoids eyecontact while lying and is a terrible liar in general. She generally just rather avoids saying anything, rather then lying.

2.Do they want kids? Are they able to have biological children? Maybe in the future, but not any time soon. And yes, she is able to have her own children.

3.Most traumatic experience? The suicide of her mother, as well as her almost-death at the hands of her. While she was able to somewhat step past it, it is still the most traumatic thing of her past, closely followed by absorbing the Dragons Powers and the exchanging of her eye with Cartaphilus.

4.Do they have any bad habits? Any addictions?  Aside from being recklessly selfless and sometimes very careless with her life? No, none.

Uncertain what she should do now, she just watched the stranger for a few seconds. For a moment she considered letting Ruth carry them, but shaking her head, she walked forward, lifting the brown cloaked shape off of the ground, to carry them with herself back to the house. What was it with her picking up strangers that were stinking to high heavens and about to do from something lately?

Still, once she got her back to the house, she set Faye down on a bench outside the back door. Pulling a handkerchief out of her little pouch on her back, she began to try and clean the black, tar-like substance off of the other, followed by her trying to get rid of the dirty brown cloak.

Carefully turning her into the rescue position, so she wouldn’t throw up again and just choke on it, Chise just looked at her for a moment, taking a deep breath in, immediately regreeting that decision as the stench of infection was almost overwhelming. 

She peeled her gloves off of he hands, careful to not touch any of the sticky black liquid itself and threw them into a little pile, just to get a fresh pair of lighter leather gloves from her backpack, as well as a little brown glass bottle with a pipette. Puling out about a drops worth, she turned to the stranger again, carefully dripping the liquid onto her tongue.

The flavor was .. quite bad. Bitter and unpleasant and it felt initially like it was spicy but the warmth would go through her body and give her enough strength to wake up at least for a little while, to talk.