Harold strode across the room to where Jasfoup and Amanda were having an intimate moment. “Are you two lovebirds ready?”
Jasfoup pulled away from her. “It's nothing like that. I was giving her words of encouragement. Longevity can be wonderful if you have the right mindset.”
“It probably helps if you're an all-powerful demon, able to go anywhere at will, too. It's a lot harder for us demi-mortals who have to stumble along in linear time.” He gave Amanda and encouraging smile. “Keeping busy, that's the key.” He led her over to the tank. “If you'd like to get in? You be in her for six weeks, so I suggest you turn over once a week or so to avoid pressure sores.”
Amanda turned away but Jasfoup caught her up, careful not to damage her with the strength of his grip. “Six weeks, Amanda, and then you're out. That's just a drop in the ocean for a girl like you.”
“Um...” Dill shuffled forward. “I don't know if it will help but you can kind of stitch off your brain. It's sort of like sleeping only you stay semi conscious of your surroundings. If you do that the time will whizz by.”
She reached out to touch his arm in a gesture of thanks, then turned to face the coffin.