It was only once he had stopped struggling, a sure sign that he was dead, that she released him, the cords giving way to drench him completely in his own blood. She herself managed to get splattered with it in the process, blood dripping down her robes and hands. The fact that she had just brutally murdered a boy, who though annoying, was innocent, did register in her mind, but she didn’t get the chance to let it fully sink in before Tom promptly took her by the waist and pulled her into him.