[Need grimaces slightly but doesn't react further to being poked at. Processing bodily pain as belonging to her is very strange. Dissociative.]

I hate to have to resort to stitches, but I picked up needle and thread if that's appropriate. Not that those will be exactly clean either. [She'd suspected something would happen, back when the town was all sunny and nice, so this backpack has a lot of neat bundles in it. Hadn't quite managed to anticipate all this, which was a failure of imagination on her part, she'll admit to herself.]

Blade. [Disdainfully:] There's some symbolism happening out there. And - [Pause. She has a fancy to give the name she had while alive, but realizes at the very last moment that she doesn't remember. It's been too long. Well, if that doesn't say 'senile', honestly...] - call me Need, I've gone by it longer than any others.

[She spares a moment to look him in the face and raises a heavy gray eyebrow.] If I ask if you're dead is that going to shock you?