Fanya smiled softly down at Jynx... in a way, Jynx was a lot like herself at her age. Confused by the hunger, ashamed... guilt. She understood, at least, she thought she did, where Jynx was at in her life. And she wanted to Jynx to know, that there was more and it didn't have to always be the same anymore.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">There is a sink and basin over there against the wall. We can wash up there. Then we can get you your room key from D if you would like that.</span>"<br/><br/>Fanya walked over to the basin and ran the water using one of the many towels there, she wiped her face down as the dark blood stains came off but none of her body paint did. She wiped and it was as if water never touched her face.<br/><br/>Fanya turned to Jynx, "<span style="color: purple">After you had a rest, we can talk later about how I grew past obeying my hunger if you are interested.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>