"You're telling me," he said with a grin. "I had a skeleton face for a while. Fucking artists, man. Thinking they know everything."
He took the coins from the bed and gently opened the dead man's mouth, placing them inside and closing it again. He stepped back and turned to address her again. "I can look after him until we've crossed the Rivers, and he'll be looked after once he's there. But I go back down every now and again, I can check in on him."