"You damn right Tara can take care of her own self now," Lafayette agrees, guilty but confident. It's the emotional strength she's gained that means more than anything to him. He says nothing of Arlene and Sam. It's not the same there. Being a shifter hasn't done shit for Sam in the long run. He sighs and settles himself neatly down on the edge of the bed, turned sideways to see Sookie. He folds one hand over his lap, finishing his coffee.

"What is it that you want me to do exactly to try to help get us the fuck up out of here?" he asks, more dreading her answer than angry at her expectation.