Glancing back as Hel threw an idea out on the proverbial table, Riyo raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Milkshakes. Sure." Anything to get this ghoul off her back. She'd had enough pep talk for one day. It was time to return to the solitude that was always at the end of the road, waiting for her to return and keep it company. Whose cold hands were always open to shroud her in a frigid embrace.

It was something she'd never admit to disliking.