Blackfeather Woods Advice for the young at heart

She smirked slightly at the girl's attempts to shake off the mud and grim of the swamp off of her. It barely had an effect on her looks at all, mud was hard to simply shake off, after all. She would need to take a trip down to the Web and wash off in the river if she wanted to truly be proper and clean. Not that it really matter, anyway.

"What is it?" She asked, looking into Nemesis' eyes. She did not look physically sick from Meldresi's viewpoint, but not all sicknesses had outward effects. Or perhaps, this wasn't a bodily sickness at all, but a mental one. Those were very real, and often much more damaging than anything a virus or illness can do.