[She lays down her soldering iron before letting herself lean into it; the great solid strength of him, the rumble of his voice coming through his ribs into her body.

She doesn't want to think about Ned any more and perhaps that's selfish of her; but they've done all they can. It wasn't and might never be enough, but that can't be helped; especially here and now.]

I 'ate to say it, but that boy needs to learn to guard 'is borders. What? I'll recite Jabberwocky in Ancient Martian standing on me 'ead if it makes you 'appy.