She saw his eyes trailing down her face, resting on her lips for a slight moment. She felt the burning desire to try and run from these deep stares, and his close presence. The hand holding onto her cold shoulder was making her feel more then uncomfortable, as it seemed to show by her rubbing her knees softly to each other. And even her toes seeming to writhe over one and another in her thick sandals. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she found the courage to stare back in his golden lid eyes.<br/><br/>"Foolish would be perhaps a perfect name for someone like you... Protecting a hatred prejudged person is likely to be called a social suicide, or even suicide by itself." She fumbled her hands in front of her robes, pulling on the fingers in her gloves, and sliding them back in, in a repetitive manner.<br/><br/>She saw his eyes now trailing down over blue hair, the curiosity reflecting in his eyes.<br/><br/>"I might be a little to vain to be a undead..." She bit her little red leather piece in her lip again "I have stitched and sewed every part of my body into perfection. Unfortunately my hair had started falling out, so I replaced it with blue silken threads... Most people don't notice it, though."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>