It wasn’t much. Her developing strangeness had brought with it a heat that seemed to fill her bones and while the stream was not perfect it was enough for her to relax within and find a moment of refreshing coolness. Blood drifted off of her in streams. Blood dried fast, simmered down into stains of red that smelled richly of iron and copper. Blood stuck to her hair and twisted lengths into curls all tangled and matted. Blood stained her lips and all her thoughts with it.