She knew what she was signing up for long before any of it ever happened. The poor girl had fallen head over heels (dare she say it? No well…) in like with someone who she thought had no intention of even acknowledging her existence. At least it seemed to be slowly but surely turning in her favor. Often times she wonders if it all is just the drugs, but it can’t be right? Here he is, allowing you to sidle up next to him without a qualm. He even stops, which is more than she expected.

As he stopped she can only grin a little. At least he wasn’t going to run away today and do something crazy, for the time being anyway. He apologizes, but all she does is shake her head. He can’t be sorry for something that is beyond his control. It wasn’t his fault he was dependent on those things, heck, she’d probably not be alive if she had walked in his past. It wasn’t exactly the peachiest story in the entire world.

Her own nickname distracts her for a moment. As far as she can recall, he’s never actually called her by her name. It isn’t a name she likes anyways, and the way he says it… its just so endearing. Her eyes close and she leans into his touch. She sometimes wondered if she was the only one that wished for this all the time. Occasionally she’d get a glance, or a look that wasn’t the friendliest from other females, but she didn’t care anymore. Once upon a time she was so worried about him leaving, but now, where could they go? No one wanted her at this point, a blind mare is nothing better than a crafter, and so she would just be his. Although a depressing point, she wasn’t upset with that. Being with him wasn’t hard anymore now that they could actually speak with each other and be seen in public together. Well, maybe not speak everything for Elsa had a few ideas in her mind that would remain there at this moment. She did not want to rile him, for he wasn’t exactly his “best” like this. Or maybe he was, all a point of view she supposed.

His words came from his mouth like a plea, and her ears flicker backwards to listen. She can tell he’s not normal right now, but it’s at least something she can try to help him with. Hear ears swiveled forward again as she steps a little closer to him. Her mind reels with ideas, and they fly all over her head like a tornado. Why can she actually do? She has no magic growing powers, or anything helpful. In fact, the entire essence of her magic and movements and likes would kill the quickest remedy: his drugs. Her nose scrunches in frustration, and she snorts, unable to come up with any sort of elixir to help. With a sigh, she just shakes her head back and forth, and admittance that she isn’t all that great in coming up with solutions.

"Well..." she started quietly, her voice dying off even quicker. "I don't know." She turned her head to try and tuck it under his a in an attempt to hide her shame. "What... helps?" She asked quietly. Maybe she can, maybe she can be helpful for once instead of the one being helped.

Elsa