Barrow Fields Giggle at the ghostly

The quivering heap agreed without protest or jest - which might not have raised alarms for anyone else, but Vlad became immediately concerned. Though her guts were intact, the wounds were deep, and Vlad had no idea whether dunking her in the ocean was the cure or the final nail in her coffin. They needed help, quickly, and Vlad was nothing if not excellent at making deals.

But first, she needed shelter. A hole in the ground would do for now, and Vlad set about making that happen - but not before he had dribbled the tiniest of kisses onto his half-conscious pack-mate's head.

Conclude? >:}