Dorothy traces her hand down Warwicks arm and lets it fall to her side. An almost misty look comes to her eyes, but there's nothing. It looks more empty than sad.
She turns to lean against the windowsil. "There's no point in being ashamed of what you are. I'll overlook your murders for now. I almost admire your desire for justice. But you're a killer warwick. What will you do now?"
-Gracia sits in the kitchen, scraping the seeds off the side of a strawberry with a knife-
-Seems she does this for all of the ones she eats-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She looks up at Arc-
Oh. Hello. Would you like a strawberry?
-She holds out a recently de-seeded one-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She smiles, then goes back to de-seeding the rest of the punnet-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... It's hard, but it gets easier. And they taste nice when I'm done.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...The modern term is mage, if you're curious.