"...No. No, they don't. I would strongly prefer you didn't do that."

The smile dims some, and she lays her hand on the blanket, a silent request to touch. Usually, she lets it be the one to take that initiative, but right now, she needs to ask.

"It was perhaps the most merciful out of any death I've gone through. Swift, without pain, without fear...it could have been so much worse, and I'm grateful it wasn't. And believe me when I say my death was necessary."