Emily stopped as Casina asked her what her nature was. Stopping, she turned around and smiled, the spear de-materializing until she needed it. Emily then brushed her now-free hand though Casina's hair.
"I'm insane love. You might have noticed by now. To be fair, I could sleep in a hayloft, it doesn't matter to me. But you, you are precious, and beautiful. So you deserve the best, of everything" Emily told Casina, Displaying a great deal of that type of insanity than would be called love in most sane people,