"Oh pet." Her tone was not condescending, the term used affectionately and matter of factly, as if was the most natural thing in the world. In fact it was, even if it wasn't exactly Anathema's nature in the first place.

Her own nature was to be steady for those she cared about, especially in the face of the odd and the alarming. She'd be steady for those she didn't care for also, but that was besides the point. Flavia was a sweet and somewhat peculiar girl, which endeared her to Anathema.

"Well, the good news is that I know how to deal with that sort of thing. It's hard to remember scary futures. I can't make it go away or make you forget it, but I do know a helpful little trick," she dropped her voice conspiratorially. "Would you like to come along with me and get it?"