“You’ll have to beat me to it.” Henry scoffed. “We have a deal. If we’re not dead before we hit forty and all that.”<br/><br/>“I’d rather be single at forty than fake-married to you.” Eliza muttered. She wasn’t sure why she followed the group to Grace’s house, normally the newcomers were sent to her pretty immediately so she could check them over for bites or other wounds, and give them new clothes.<br/><br/>Despite herself, she smiled slightly when she saw Grace, a woman she loved dearly. After all, Grace was the one in charge, the one who did it all, the reason they were all alive. As angry as she’d be if their mayor turned away morphine, she trusted Grace to have her reasons.<br/><br/>Even Henry relaxed when he saw the almost matronly woman, since he’d known her from the beginning. “How’re you doing, Grace?” He asked, grinning broadly.