Oh gods oh no what is he doing. She forgets, when he takes what were once her hands, the ease with which he destroyed Bo, thinking only that her touch is poisonous, that those encroaching tendrils of wrongness will fasten themselves to him in turn, and they will both be lost even though she's the only one of them who… should be.

But that's not what happens. The venomous discoloration fades away, and then he bends over her hands - her hands - and brushes a kiss against each palm, just as Con had, and her vision blurs as her eyes fill with tears.

"Oh," she says, feeling small, and foolish, and completely overwhelmed. An angel just kissed her hands. "Um." A few tears spill down her cheeks. "Th… thank you."