Leila folds her wings across her chest. "There's no need to talk to Eric that way, dear. He may not understand what you've been through, but that doesn't mean his experience was any easier for him than yours was for you. And let's face it, I can relieve both of your pasts as well as you can remember them, and I have my own horrible past on top of that! If anyone can sympathise with you, it's a psychic-type like me." She takes the pot of cheese from Eric and add milk, flour and salt, then sets it on the hob to cook, building up the wonderful smell in the kitchen!