"In that case," she happily tears it off again and pads after him, trailing another blanket even though she's going to try to sneak into his anyway.

Walking is painful with her spine still remembering it isn't severed, and her head remembering it isn't crushed. She's very glad to curl back up with him. "I wish we could order in food. And blood. Y'know, I like blood, too? Not as much as you. But. Blood desserts can totally be shared."