Struggling to find the words, Sev only found confusion. Who was this girl, why was she so keen on helping her? Why was she worth it? None of the answers seemed to come to her, and for some reason she only felt a small pang of resentment towards this...'Pryor' person.
Looking up at Eva, her eyes seemed to ask why. She almost felt as if she was about to cry again, and her sleep-addled yet tired state didn't help. Letting out a small sigh, she let the confusion and overwhelming thoughts just sink out, seeming to melt down into the bed and visibly relax, visibly tire.
"So...why am I worth it? I don't even have a name..." she mumbled feebly, her face seeming a lot more serene than before.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
