[ i forgot about emotion sharing. Fiora wears her heart on her sleeve a lot - she's exactly as uneasy inside as she looks outside, if not moreso. She doesn't know how to put this. ]

Me getting put into this body - it wasn't something that had really been done before. And the person who did it wasn't really interested in keeping me alive for long. [ ... ] ... It's been failing since before I got here.

[ a beat; she clenches her fists, looking at him seriously. ]

I'm all right with that. But I can't die before I get back home - I just can't. I didn't think I'd get damaged like this, and I'm worried it made things worse. So -- if you could see if there's something you could do just to keep me going for a little while longer... You're the only one I can ask.