Dolly laughed as her savior told the seemingly blind man off and how he would pretty much be a nuisance if her came along. The voice still called him 'champion'.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"You heard her <i>Tom.</i> If you want to join in on the fun.... maybe the Champion should be able to see."</span>Even without the added help of nosey wandering souls and other ethereal beings talking to her, she knew that there had to be more to the blind peddler than meets the eye.  A chill ghosted through Dolly's entire being. While Dolly could probably be categorized as a necromancer of sorts, she was enamored with the woman before her. How her soul wavered with power and worked the elements around her with astonishing power. Even the demons in her head were silent for a moment, and that was a rare treat.<br/><br/>There was clearly more to her new friend that met the eyes as well. No worries, they would have<i>plenty </i>of time to get to know one another. Still... she wished she could get ahold of Xavier. She knew his parents, after all. Well.... in the afterlife, she knew them. Their son may have been what tied their souls to the here and now. Perhaps if they spoke to Xavier they could get some semblance of peace. When the kind woman undid the bindings and freed the woman, Dolly looked at her pale scarred wrists with red imprints of the rope embedded in her flesh.<br/><br/>When the woman was close that Miss Beaumonte could smell her it took everything in her to keep her instincts from grabbing that colorful hair and seizing those lips until she couldn't breathe.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Easily.</span>" Dolly stretched her arms out to the sides before raising them up in the air, bending backward in her split form and flipped her malleable form backward for her hands to meet the floor and feet flipped backward to join the floor before she stood up on her own two feet in a flamboyant fashion. She laughed at something funny the voices in her mind said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"They say that you're the white witch to my black. Silly things say the oddest things sometimes."</span>The jokester persona turned off at the flick of a switch to a serious demeanor as Dolly looked down at the ragdoll upon the floor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Come, we have some hunting to do." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">The seemingly bipolar warm emitted a bit of a dark aura that sometimes acted as a magnet for danger. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Ready when you are. Dolly's the name and the mysterious, demonic, and dead are my game. And you are?"</span>