Of course they couldn't reverse it. It was magic. Magic and plague and a curse, all wrapped and twisted so far into her soul that it seemed like nothing was ever going to free her from its grip. Except perhaps final death. She kicked out a leg with a surly little shrug.

"Warmed. Just warmed."

She tilted her head back, tapping her skull against the wall. "They don't get it. They don't understand. It's good. Warms me up like nothing else ever does. Keeps me going. No, no, no... they just see the meat as coming from something besides some dumb animal and think it's evil."