[Liethell]

"Yeh, he'll outlive yah alright. You just think of ol' Leet as a o-n-s yah hear?" She turns to the front and folds her arms behind her head, "Ah've seen him mourn the last partner he had, back when I was a wee lassie, and it ain't all that pretty." Liet, strangely enough, keeps silent on this topic. He has his face buries in the crook of Vincent's neck.