Her forehead fell to Miles' chest, and she gave a sob. Her arms wrapped around him, holding tight. "Little spider, why couldn't you just let it go? You would have stopped hurting. Now I don't know what we can do. You're just going to go back to where you were." Her voice is still the harsh and choked whisper it had been.

Her eyes closed, shoulders slumping. "And what about Noonie? You could have been happy with her. Aren't you happy with her?" Traitorous as always, her nose sought his neck, pulling in his familiar scent. Sense oriented creature that she was, it soothed the inner siren like few other things would. It had been that part that had mourned so heavily. One of the parts, anyway.