She felt well protected. And cuddled. "She spoons me if I have my back facing her. And curls up as the little spoon when I'm facing her direction. And that only started after they had moved to the hotel.
It did over shadow a things a little. And her smile faded. Picking up the tea spoon, she stuck it in her glass, and began to slowly stir it around. It took her a moment to gather up courage, and in that moment she was completely silent. Sophia let out a slow breath, and looked back up, her hazel eyes meeting his ever changing eyes.
"I have a virus, or an infection, pretty much everyone from my world does. And if anything happens to me, if I die, I'll... We called them walkers. They aimlessly roamed around looking for the living, so they could consume their flesh. And they do it with an endless appetite." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, before slowly letting it go. "I'll become one of them if I die."