Maybe one day she'll explain it to him. Death is a complicated thing, after all, but she was the only expert.

"Ah~! Of course! I'll even convince him to let me paint his nails!" For no other reason than she could. She had various shades of red in her arsenal.

Yes, their family. Who knew how long this settling period would take. Grell didn't like just sitting around and waiting, wishing she could walk away, do something else, and then return to find things better. "I'll lend a hand however you wish. And speaking of such..." She crossed her legs while holding her gaze at him. "Does my question bother you, Thatch?"