"I feel a little sad, now, to hear it thus expressed," she admits. "But I suppose you are correct. With his health being as fragile as it is, I'd hoped he would pass away of his own accord much sooner, but he is determined to cling to life. When he feels amorous, he thanks me for brightening his days."
Rolling her eyes at the memory, she follows Harry's gaze to the clear sky outside her window, pale morning making its presence known. "My reasons are simple enough, but what of yours? There are simpler ways to earn a living than murder."