Does it have to be such a goddamn hassle to move two coffins into another room? Apparently, as Pam stands by and looks on with growing irritation.

But when they're finally left alone, she sags. And there's still so much she wants to know.

She looks at Eric. She can feel his weariness on top of her own. He'd flown all the way from Jackson just to be fucking silvered and he probably hasn't fed all night and--

"You need to rest, too."