"It's nt..." not something she'd ever wish on another. Having to do that. Ever. She turned dark, more pupil than iris eyes on Jason as she kissed her hand, staring a long moment. Ah, her darling husband, "aye. Let us go home and let them rest without us haunting their, ah...lot?" Parking lot?

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"I'll still always try to be between you and any of the future corpses," she assured, kissing him back. "I won't break babe. We can both be sore in the morning." And they would, her from the drugging and fighting at bad angles, him from sheer tension.

Cats weren't meant to be that tense...