[Straight up murdered! Which would be harder to talk about if it hadn't occurred when Veronica was a baby, and had no memory of the woman. Everything she could recall was always about Theresa or Caith or her now ex-packmates. She sighs a little pleasantly, and smiles for more than one reason.]

That's true. [Her hand pauses.] ... But I think it really will be easier if you and I are .... Friends. Or whatever.

[That feels like the wrong word to use, but she can't bear to deem it anything more serious, either.] Thanks in advance.