If they all made it out, Tayrey thinks, she hopes some of them carry the guilt over how they treated her for the rest of their lives. She doesn't say it, both because it's not fair to tell someone else not to speak of something and then harp on about it yourself, and because she already knows that isn't how it works. Telling Erin about her horrific death and being met with the casually callous reply that she fucked around and found out is probably going to be burnt into her memory forever. The best she can do is seal it all off, build around the damage while it mends.

She takes a deep breath, forces herself to set all that aside, and smiles back at Cassandra. 'Thank you. Better than before, I know.' There's something of a tired look about her, but it's ordinary, not the product of unbearable stress and despair, and of course she's strong and healthy and without a mark on her. 'This place isn't perfect, but we chose to be here, and there's a way out, and that makes it infinitely better. I've made new friends here. I have a business! I don't know how much you were told about it, but I'll do whatever I can to help you get settled. You're my comrade still, and, -oh.'

Tayrey changes topic suddenly, something important occurring to her. 'I kept my word. I didn't tell a single person here that anyone else was involved in... what happened. That's for you to tell or not, as you choose.'