Neither woman thought this was much of a good idea, they didn't want to connect, a shared expression of defiance though, that was the first thing they had shared.
"What do you want to know?" asked Ruby nodding toward the open bedroom door. She'd need to be warm for the next few hours, she'd need a bucket of some kind, and she'd need not to be alone.
"Can you do the whole last rites thing or whatever, she'll need that"
"You're a demon"
Margareta's words were simple, cold and angry "Don't talk about my faith. Its not yours"
No, that it wasn't. Ruby looked away for a minute "I wanted to live, thats why I made the deal, selfish and self gratifying as it was. I wanted to live. So yes, be the blessed martyr, you deserve that joy if thats what you want. But don't just assume 'demon'. We don't all want the same things Margareta."
The human allowed herself to be helped to the bed before she spoke again.
"You'll respect my wish then, allow me to die on my own terms, it heal me, nothing?"