Neil watched her flick the coin, and wondered where the sorceress had kept it. 

"Don't they have like, witch trials that tend to see the woman dead?" He asked her. 

"Only if the woman is innocent." Calliope said casually, popping some bread into her mouth. Neil was glad she seemed undisturbed by the entire thing, and that she was eating well enough to get some of her strength back. Neil lay back on the couch at that, staring up at the ceiling as she ate. She must have sensed what Neil was thinking. She added: If a woman is a real witch, she'll probably live getting dunked under water for five minutes or being crushed by a rock. I swear, the tests they make are so uncreative..." 

"Agreed, I have far more creative plans for what I'd do with you." Neil smiled and winked. 

"Everybody wants me," She rolled her eyes, though he caught the smile on her lips. She gestured with a handful of biscuit. "But they'll want you too. If they think I'm a necromancer, you'll be in just as much danger." 

"But if they find out you're not, they'll trust us, right?" 

"Yeah, but well still need to afford to live here until we can leave." She said, wiping her mouth with one of the cloths provided.

"And we won't be able to leave if the undead surround the place." Neil added with a sigh. Running through the snow with a zombie horde hot on his tail wasn't his idea of fun. 

"Might just be easier to take the town from the stapan," she said without putting too much thought into it. But she blinked, and glanced at Neil. He saw her look and raised an eyebrow. She had a wicked look, and even though it would have quelled many men's desires or curiosities, Neil liked it a bit too much, and he was more than a little interest. 

"Stapan?" He asked her. 

"The mayor." She explained. 

"Well if we survive tomorrow, I'm behind you. Besides, can't have our third date until you have the energy to walk around."