"We'll have to subcontract the slicing and dicing," she agrees. A little sad-- she's always thought it was one of their strengths, not relying on outside coroners who could miss or conceal things-- but it might be nice not to be up to her elbows in viscera for a while. Maybe she could get a manicure and have it last more than a day.

The idea of leaving, though-- well, she'd worked through her first pregnancy, but the work had been urgent. Find him. And after-- after. She'd needed it to ground her, to carry on a legacy for both of them. For William, too.

And so she'd just taken it as a given, that they'd make it work-- even with a child in the mix. The alternative hadn't even occurred to her, and it takes her by surprise, now. Doubly so that he's the one suggesting it.

For that matter even without a full pension, she suspects they'd get by just fine. They could quit tomorrow.

"I hadn't thought about that," she admits, turning it over in her mind.