[ She would still continue to insist that it was only fair that she offers her assistance to Nikolai. Who better to sympathize than someone who struggles with the same problem, like him? Her face and posture are relaxed, a far cry from that night. Even the way she lingers with her hands over his, her heart quietly pouring out to him.

But when he offers help? She closes her eye in quiet defeat, drawing a sigh. Those who she sought for help could handle her, physically. And while Gwenhwyfar could mention manna does help, she feels that Nikolai has to be afraid of her, in some capacity. Revolted. She is what she says she is -- a monster. ]

You may not like hearing this...

[ It's not her intent to sound cold or to brush him off. She will still maintain there is nothing Nikolai or anyone else can do as humans. ]

There is little you can do for me. Only to find yourself some stability. You are my priority, Nikolai as well as the other man I'm helping.

[ Her gaze lingers on him for a moment, schooled into a blank expression, devoid of any emotion. Just the way Myrddin had taught her as a child. Gently, Gwenhwyfar takes her hands back and takes a step back. ]

Should anything become amiss, you know where to look for me.