And that's how Tuuri died.

Ami sits very still for a while, as the heaviness of it sinks in. In a way, that's the best possible scenario, isn't it? She'd caught an incurable disease. She knew it was fatal. Worse than fatal. They all knew, as soon as they saw her clutching that wound. From that moment, Tuuri was doomed. There was nothing anyone could do for her.

She's seen the trope in zombie movies, of course. Someone gets bit, maybe tries to hide it for a while, starts to turn, begs another survivor to kill them while they're still human... But no. Tuuri's too smart for that, and too kind. She couldn't put everyone else at risk by denying her fate. She couldn't force Lalli to put a bullet in her brain. She was doomed, but she still had one choice... and to her, it was no choice at all.

Her eyes blur with tears, and she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She looks to Reynir, crumpled up against the wall, his face hidden between his knees. After a moment, she scoots over to him, wraps her skinny arms around his shoulders and squeezes. She gets a faceful of hair in the process, but who cares.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, red tears flowing freely into red hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."