Lips like Morphine

"Oh, well that's good... I guess." Cree's face turned on a slant as she considered the thought. Having no knowledge of such violent illnesses, it was news to her. Of course, she had know that the disease somehow disturbed the leader's thinking but, she hadn't known to what extent. Sliding her eyes back towards Sitri, she was again intrigued by the male. Had he seen this evil before? Obviously so.

However, Creidne had resolved not to both him and, it was with this aim in mind that she prepared herself to go. After all, she had interrupted him in the first place. Standing in silence before shaking her coat, she offered the male in mere smile before speaking. "Uh... thank you Sitri, for the company I mean." It was really terrible that Creidne was so socially crude that she wasn't really sure how to end it. Usually, relatives and friends had just stalked past her with stiff expressions -or she them. Conversations never really got this far. "I um look forward to continuing Ouroboros Spine with you. She couldn't be sure, but the well-wish felt okay to mention.