[ she rubs the back of her head absently, picking away a few flakes of blood out of her hair. it's rather uncomfortable. she'll start getting itchy soon, probably. ]

Aa. Is that so.

[ she doubts that they aren't important. he wouldn't come and see them if they weren't. even if it's just a routine, it's one that he's apparently kept up. ]

I suppose.

[ she looks aside. ] Unless you'd like to be forgotten, I think.

[ but before he can say anything, she goes on, talking a little more rapidly. ] My head itches, and it's unpleasant. Do you have a bath? Or a sink would do, as well.