She stopped, her hand resting on Finch's forehead as she turned to look at her, their eyes meeting. " Yes," she told her, "Armas left yesterday rather late, I was curious why but it makes more sense why now." She thought outloud, "My name is Fergis, by the way, you may call me that." At the completion of her statement, she lifted her hand to move back some hair from her face, her green and blue eyes bore into her, as if she were reading her. "You're one of the girls from my village correct?" She was curious rather, but only because it was her nature to know things, that and the bag she helped her teacher retrieve for him last night looked rather heavy.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, she was here now to see him with only that as her excuse. It was quite obvious how she felt for him, she was starry eyed, her eyes glancing at the house every few minutes. When she waited for her to reply, she waited a moment, pausing before adding, " A-and i-is he not well today? He doesn't often stay cooped up inside," she said as if she knew his habits.<br/><br/>She in fact had, she had spent plenty of time with him as an eleven year old. If it wasn't for him she would've been burned in her village for what she was. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be totally in love with him despite him telling her otherwise. She didn't care, even if he treated her like a child.<br/><br/>She was used to his antics; there wasn't a thing he could do to hurt her. He'd told her how much he loved his pets from the village and he'd openly kiss and claim them but she got over being pissed by that. She just knew he could have been meaner, she could have been the girls he decieved over and over again. The ones he 'loved' then waited till their last breath to break their heart. He was beyond cruel to them up until the last minute and she was thankful not to be his toy.