Jenna was crazy. She'd been crazy for years at this point, and insanity suited her better than most. There was a purpose and design to her demented actions and ramblings. She was as good, if not better, at curing diseases than most witches and alchemists; the only problem, however, was that her methods weren't always the most pleasant sounds.
Even now, as she checked the heroes in their rooms, she was more upset than worried for their ailing bodies. Insanity looked good on, so why was such an old friend of hers trying to force itself into new bodies? Was she not enough? Was there something wrong with the situation itself? Breaking into laughter at her demented thoughts in the middle of the treatment, she yelled and screamed at the imaginary being that was on the cusp of betraying her.
"What are you doing? I said you'll be fine! Just let me handle this, idiots!" She yelled, right as her ear was pushed against Raven's chest.
