Everything she was willing to share. Over the last few weeks, she had come to like Eli; glimpsed a little into his world and the people connected to it. She supposed that was worth the truth. Rhythmically and lightly tapping a fork against the side of her mug, watching her reflection in tea distort into ripples, Chise starts to unpack her life.

"I'm dying."

Nothing in the way Chise admits this isn't touched by much if any emotion. Shoulders slightly slumped forward, attention more preoccupied with stirring milk in her tea, Chise just carries through as though she were complaining about a difficult exam coming up.

"Elias said I had about three years shortly after he..." Chise chews the inside of her lip as she worked out how to explain that part of her life, "Found me. What I can do wrecks the body over a short period of time, and he took me in to experiment with ways to forestall it. Before that, I was drifting in and out of places filled with people who thought I was strange and unlucky."

The tea was actually really good, she thought. Taking a moment from unloading her life story on an acquaintance to see if that was cardamom she was tasting.

"Elias wanted to understand people, and I just wanted a chance to be useful for once. No one else wanted me, and none of Elias's peers care for him either." She continued after a spell.

"We're pariahs, I guess."