[Silco wasn't so certain she could guard herself against it. Loneliness was something that plagued her, the separation of her being different and used to being feared or pushed away by most was a constant in her life. He made no effort to protect her from it, but he made damn certain that he would be there for her when she needed him. Friends were a hazard.

He had closed his eyes again and considered dozing off, but her question focused his attention to her immediately. He lifted his arm from his side and set it lightly to her shoulder again.]

Fever, feeling itching in your own skin, a hunger never satisfied, and occasional hallucinations. With overuse, silvering of certain blood vessels and discolouring of hair, but we'll avoid those last effects.

[He had no intention of letting her be ravaged by repeatedly dosing. No, he would only allow her to wean off of the effects and nothing more.]