She slips in his hold, unable to get the strength to do the one thing that will save her life. Kept from him, and - she was never sure if she would ever have to come to this. Would he hate her, would he forgive her?

It doesn't matter. Only acting now does. She curls uselessly against his shoulders. The words so hard to force up her throat, to be audible against the violent ringing against her mind. "The phial - " it hurts, she realises belatedly, it hurts like nothing has for years. As she moves, can feel every slice of that metal embedded in her skin. The trickle of heat and blood. " - around my neck. Quickly. Please."

Been years and years, never took it off. Always brushed off his questions about - a trinket, important, she never wants to lose it, nothing important. But now, only thing that matters.