[ It helps, feeling the fingers pressing against her skin. Slowly the shoulder solidifies again.]

People who are friends with me usually die. And usually after a lot of pain. I don't know if you should be so eager.

[Not a threat just a warning. She's looking back to the reflection now grimly and reaching up to rub at her face. It all feels like it's smooth and soft and melting slightly...but the wounds look as clear as day to her addled mind]