As he said it, she recalled her last words to him through bleeding lips: that she loved him. In her memory, the events preceding up to her death were still relatively hazy, but as he said it, she remembered them. She had always had a love for Scott. "Scott, you were not required to repeat what you just said. I knew you love me." As she settles into her seat on the sofa and focuses her attention on the werewolf in front of her, who seems to be more concerned by the situation than she is, she murmurs the words. "Water... water would be excellent. Really impressive. I don't know, maybe more than a glass? I really feel like I could down many gallons of this."

Probably nothing out of the ordinary, considering that she had been deceased for a few years. When they were so close to touching, it made her want to reach out, grasp his hand, and pull him back down alongside her. Her heart sprang into her chest. Even when unsure of what is happening in her body, she can always rely on him to keep her grounded since he is her anchor. She grabs the water jug and guzzles down an absurdly large quantity of liquid, which would be funny if it weren't for the fact that she had just recently returned from the afterlife. After a few seconds have passed, she pulls the jug away from her mouth and raises a brow in question as she looks back up at him.

"To tell you the truth... I really have no idea. It's as if something inside my skull is battling with my existing ideas and telling me that I have to harm someone, specifically that I have to hurt you. It's almost as if there's a war going on. It actually causes my hands to itch because I want to do it, but I know I can't. Right now, I am able to fight it, but I don't know how long I will be able to. Perhaps similar to how you felt when you saw the full moon for the first time. Perhaps not even that terrible, I don't know, I just... I don't want to do harm to anybody, but I get the feeling that I could." Allison is not a crier, so she does her best to avoid the tears of frustration that are welling up in her eyes. Even though she knows she is more resilient than that, she still can't prevent the tears from streaming down her cheeks. " Scott... " her voice is low and trembling as her chocolate-colored eyes wander over his form. He seems to be far older than she recalled and more powerful, if that is even conceivable.

The intrusive and hostile thoughts stop for a little while, and the only emotion left is love, along with the strong desire to keep him near and never let go of my grasp. She cautiously comes inside, moving closer to him than is strictly required as she takes in the comfortable tranquility of his presence. "I need your help, Scott; I think there's something wrong with me. Something within my skull is telling me to do harm to other people, and I have no idea what to do about it... what if I cause harm to you?" It is the first time she has confided to anybody that she is not the same and that the thought frightens her. Allison isn't meant to be timid or weak; she shouldn't be afraid of the things that are going through her head. However, Scott is the one who pulls it out in her and makes her feel more human than she has since the day she woke up in the graveyard, shivering and bewildered.