The young Were couldn't help the way her lips pursed together as she thought about her ex. Beck had been such a terrible, controlling force in her life and the very idea of him made her squirm. He'd rejected any attempts she'd ever made to make herself stand out, assuring her that he was the only one who would ever love her. That she was worthless, ugly, awful. How she had rebelled against every single one of those things when she'd made her escape to Sacrosanct. Still, all those things still haunted her mind when she looked at herself in the mirror, and too often she found herself gripping at the edge of the counter in the bathroom wondering if he had been right about it all. It was that distraction that had caused her fingers to slip and the burn to take hold on her skin. The hiss that escaped her lips interrupted the silence, though the girl was rather thankful for the pain to bring her back to the present.

Edie smiled for the girl at the mention of Yorkshire and Ireland. "It's bloody brilliant," She said happily, the accented words slipping from her tongue so easily. "I wanted to travel. My current boyfriend - Kato - he always is telling me to slow down but I just... I have this deep wanderlust within my bones." She chuckled. "It comes from years of being forced to stay in Yorkshire by my real wanker of an ex." She shrugged as she continued, their conversation instead shifting to the girl's current living situation. Edie had the money, and what better way to use it than to help the girl out? She voiced her intentions with an impish grin on her features, fully prepared when the girl began to refuse her. "I know I don't have to do anything I don't want to. That's the beauty of it, Alexis. If you're not ready to join a pack, then at the very least we'll get you a hotel room or an apartment where you can live. You shouldn't live on the streets."

Her voice was entirely firm, the voice of the Beta that she was. She offered no room for her to say no, just as she instead focused on the night at hand. "As for tonight, I can assure you that Kato won't mind. I'm not letting you sleep on the street. That's final." She nodded her head, instead watching the way that Alexis took her hand and the way that the burn faded into nonexistence. She let out a breath as she questioned the girl on the power. "You're lucky you can," She said finally, biting her lip. "I've tried over and over again. My ex used to force me to try. He'd hold me down and cut my arms or scratch or bite..." She winced, shaking her head. "One time he snapped my wrist. He wanted me to be able to do it. He told me it would make me more powerful... more... useful. If I could do it. I think he just liked to hear me scream."

The girl put down the curling iron, moving to stand in front of the girl as she mussed with her hair. She pursed her lips together once more. She couldn't help but be haunted by all those memories of Beck so frequently now. The closer she got with Kato, the more those fears bubbled to the surface. They were so vastly different, and yet she couldn't forget the way that Kato had grabbed her in anger during their last fight. Nor could she forget the bruises on her arms the next morning. But Kato would never harm her on purpose. He'd been so guilty about everything that happened in that fight.