[As she set the cookies on the sheet, she ran her fingers over the purple line, smiling to herself and thinking a little bit about it. They trailed up, towards the back of her neck where she'd seen the tattoo, just out of sight.]

They connect our tattoos, so I imagine it is very much something like that. Probably a gentle reminder that we have each other. I don't feel anything right now...

[Other than an urge to talk about certain things she was forcibly shelving. No. No death talk, thank you. but she felt the urge, definitely.]