[He settles down next to her, ducking under her arm and wrapping his around her, back, warm and tight. He kind of wants to let her leech some warmth into her, from him. He rests his head gently against her cheek, unafraid of the undeadness. She's still just Faith.]

I am sorry this is happening to you. But I do not think you are alone in changes like this, either. One of the poor turtle boys has his whole heart exposed.