Lost Creek Hollow It's brand new

Good? she scoffed quietly.  Yeah, Treason was so into hanging out and doing nothing.  She'd slacked enough recently that it was kind of making her antsy, so this was just compounding the issue.  Regardless of what it meant long term, being sick wasn't pleasant, and though some might find cheer in the process of her body trying to rewire itself, it was a frustrating hurdle to her.  Anyway.  She not-seriously pretended to ponder what he said next, then said, Mmm, stay.  As if her saying that totally decided things for him.

She was tempted to tempted to close the distance between them and use him as a pillow to see if that would make her feel better, but that would require moving and the latest churn of her stomach made that a bad idea.  Treason was going to do her damnedest to try to outsmart her guts if it was at all possible.  She dropped her head to her paws, curling up slightly tighter as she tried to see if that might help.  As she shifted it took her a moment to finally answer.  I wanted something that would probably cause people to react -- so I could figure them out faster.  And different enough I wouldn't have anyone checking up on me.  A name's just a name. A shrug and a pause. It's kind of weird being Arbiter after all this time, though, not really bad weird, from her expression.  Just vaguely amused at not being called by her self-assigned nickname.  She might have laughed a little if she felt better.  Honestly it wasn't like she'd stopped being Arbiter, she just put a mask on it.