Wednesday 12 June 2075 1946 Isla's Apartment Seattle
Glinda smiles as she turns to face you, giving you the opportunity to wash her front. "I understand, Isla, and so does Sian. It is just that you have probably never faced a horde of peasants with pitchforks and torches in hand, all of whom are intent on staking you in the heart, dousing your body with holy water, and then burning what remains into ashes that can be purified and buried in a stone crypt. It might sound crazy, but I have been the target of such a crowd more than once in my life. However, you are.....................different. Both Sian and I believe that. And I am willing to trust Corbin and Shelly if you say I should. I am pretty sure that Sian will see it that way as well." She stiffens a bit. "Oh, yes, that feels nice. You don't have to stop if you don't want to, but it might eat up too much time, though, and I can wait until later. Just not too much later."