Seclusion sat down at the table and folded her arm on it before sinking deep into thought wondering what was join on at the moment. "How's the TARDIS doing?" she asked "and how are you doing?" she said glad he'd near enough picked up the message of not letting him go because of his injuries. She relaxed there for once and let her wing drape over her a little. Owen walked over and began skiing question to which she answered sounding rather bored "They act like that because of chemicals in the body we get from dead souls, it creates the medicine on the wings, mine is more potent because the amount of souls I eat, I can't eat anything else since it makes me ill" she answered "I see and why is that?" he questioned "Because I don't have the primary digestive system only the secondary" she explained "I can still live easy enough it's just more of a hassle and harder to find wondering dead souls half the time" she yawned wanting to go back to end but had other problems to figure out first.