Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

When he finished with his own fish, Easy stole the remains and bolted that down, too. She wasn't terribly hungry, but fish was only good for so long, and she didn't want it to go to waste. Besides, one never knew when they might get their next meal. "I'll get you something hot blooded, next time," she told him, her voice teasing even though she knew that catfish was not everyone's favorite meal. She preferred other things herself, but beggers couldn't be choosers.

He didn't remember her name any better than she remembered his. This bothered Easy only a little, and she soon shook off the discomfort with more idle flirting. "That's alright," she told him. "You were gallant enough that night to make up for your forgetfullness. Although, I'd rather be cleaning treesap from your pelt than blood and scabs." Her eyes twinkled merrily at this to show that she didn't really mind; she hoped that someone would be willing to do it for her, should she ever have need of it.