"Do you think she blushes easily? After all, she's seen so much~!" Tattler was everywhere there was juicy gossip.

"I'm sure you won't," she replied, smiling lightly. "I'd drag you back." The drawback of knowing a reaper. The massage felt heavenly, making her flex her muscle there. In that moment, she remembered something. "Marco told me that we aren't that different from each other, when it came to our pasts. He hasn't told me very many details of what happened to you, but I'm aware." She was trying to be a subtle as possible, but it wasn't her strong point. "Despite dealing with DEATH for a living, having it so close to home isn't quite the same."

She gave a shrug.

"The moral of the story is this: if you need to simply talk, I'll be around. I'd..." Every time she thought about her own fate, it made her stomach churn. She gripped tighter to the edge of the desk, but her smile never faded. "I'd be willing to tell you my tale."