Swann hates it. It's a double-edged sword -- if you're taking it for pain, there's the caveat of still being alive. Being dead and feeling dead are two entirely different things, and she sort of understands the addiction that runs rampant in the Districts, living in that space where you occupy both life and death at the same time, never taking enough to die but never letting yourself be clean enough to live, either.

She nuzzles against him, fingers curling against his back, soaking up his attention and tenderness like a dry sponge at a faucet.

"Probably. Might try to send some emails out later, if I feel any better."