Jack watches Chisille as she releases her own rant in response to Boris's. As the fireball she releases explodes on the floor, Jack stands up, walking over to the flames and extinguishing them under the sole of his boot before they can spread enough to do any real damage. As smoke from the smoldering ashes left behind rises from underneath his foot, he glances down at Chisille and considers saying something, but concludes that anything he could say probably wouldn't help the situation.
Betty's face is all kinda screwed up like someone severely constipated, listening to big ol Boris's rant. Then when Chissy has a breakdown in response to Boris, Betty just kinda backs away and rolls her eyes. She sure as heck feels sorry for both those guys, but it's perfectly obvious that she had better leave the situation well and truly alone for now! Ain't no use in poking at a bee hive with a stick!Betty edges her way from the freaky little dragon and Approaches Jack.
When Chisille fell into a state of hysteria, Boris's stared pout at the ground was broken. He looked at the pathetic display, his heart hurt at the sound of the dragon crying, but his lack of current intellect didn't provide him a suitable response. He was frustrated by this, lifted himself off the floor and stomped his foot hard like a child chucking a tantrum. He then turns around, alerted by Silas's rude remark to Jack.
While Chisille cried her eyes out, she had the chance to calm down and reassess the situation. 'What... am I doing? I can't break into tears every time something upsets me. It makes too much noise, it makes me vulnerable. I need to-' Her thoughts pause for a moment as her nose begins working it's magic again. She can smell something. It's incredibly familiar yet somehow sweeter then before. More appetizing. Her tongue stuck out and swiped across her upper lip, catching what had splattered on her face from before. It tasted... irresistible.
Her tears stopped flowing and her cries quietened down as she lifted herself back off the floor. She was focusing on her surroundings again and it didn't take long for her to set her sights on what she was suddenly after. Without any consideration for what the others were doing she moved over to the red stains all over the floor. Chisille paused briefly in realization at what she was about to do. 'I... can't really do this can I? But... but... I must. I need to. Why am I so thirsty? ... ...Ugh, it doesn't matter. I'm going to do this and nothing is going to stop me. Finally I'm going to get what I've been after. I just needed a little spark.' she thought.
And at that, she started to lap up the crimson liquid. She enjoyed it. Absolutely enjoyed it. She felt like she could just drink and drink until she burst. Her lips and snout were covered in red by now.
Chisille suddenly gasped in shock. Something within her was happening and it had come with a sharp burst of weird feeling, one which she hadn't felt before. She stared down at her shaking bloodsoaked paw as she could feel the unknown within her shifting, moving, awakening. The first visible signs of what was happening could be seen on her tail. The strip of cloth wrapped around her wound was faintly glowing where her injury was. She quickly turned around to witness this, feeling nervous and anxious about what she had done to herself.
However, she couldn't escape the feeling that what was happening felt soothing.