"I told you, don't you remember - ? You would never lose me." A gaze she meets, open for once and it's almost a relief even if this was never how she wanted to tell him. Gone is any sign that the injury had ever been on her except for how covered she is in blood. Best to deal with that too: give herself another reason to be sodden like this.

"Don't come out until the screaming is done."

A flat order as she straightens. Turns the blade out in her hand with a stiffening of her shoulder. What will follow is a surety. She wouldn't let them live, not just because there was a chance they could expose her secret: but because they had threatened him, her children. never again, she had promised herself, then as now: never again. She had carved out her name in blood and whoever had done it would learn that too. "Now go."