"There's all the reason, John," Fairy would chide softly as she drifted closer towards John, not caring what he thought of the situation prior. An accident had occured between the tension between her, ghost, and John himself- a dagger had been thrown, a mistake made, and yet, Fairy was still here. There had been no real damage. She hadn't been killed. Not by his hands, anyway. "You're starved, and cold, and you'll get sick from being out in the rain. Clean up, get some food in you. Please, love," she murmured softly, her words at first sounding more like a command, but they had softened dramatically by the time she had finished her sentence. She didn't want to have to boss him around, but he needed to take care of himself, frankly. And she didn't like his currently dismissive attitude towards his own wellbeing. "I can't do it myself, but I can't stand here and see you hurting, either. I'm trying to help in the only way I can right now. Please."