It's true. She would, and it is regretfully one of the only unfailing kindnesses she can imagine in herself. She would never be someone too cowardly to end it, for herself or someone else, no matter what they were to her.

Once someone's bit, they're already dead.

She leans into him, bumping her forehead against his shoulder. Tired but clear-headed.

"Yeah," she says. "It's what you gotta do."