[It's tempting. He promised to stay and take care of her today -- it'd be easy to remind him, to keep him there so they can talk and laugh and live. He says they could be close. She's got the sheet, so even if they haven't cleaned his clothes yet, he could hold her like he had the night before. It makes her heart flutter hopefully a moment before she lets go of the idea and feels it plummet to the lower rungs of ribs. If she wants to talk, laugh, and -- oh jesus fucking christ, she's pining for a fucking LIVE LAUGH LOVE wall decal or tattoo or some shit.

That's the final push she needs to make her decision, releasing what lingering hold she'd had on him to instead bundle the sheet tighter around herself. Ryder sighs and lets the fatigue settle deeper.]

Nnno. You should check -- on them... Um. Maybe get them ready... I -- don't know if we should lead them -- out unless we can keep -- them out. Or, um... Find way to be safe and let them go free.

[Every Witch Way is supposed to be a safe place to rest for everyone. It'd be nice if the other undead could learn to take Teo's example, but they didn't have the awareness for that. They were basically infants, and like hell she's ready to be a parent -- especially to a gang of toddlers out to chew her legs off. She doubts Teo is either.]

Maybe tonight? The other -- survivors shouldn't be out then either. And we can work on -- barricading in the morning?