There's something to be said about having a partner so casual about handling a corpse. Ellis will have to save the compliment for later. He's thinking about the bit of forked twig in his pocket, alongside the little strip of metal. It's one or the other. Stronger bindings for the monster bent on killing them, or ten minutes to find the object Fitcher is talking about. Ellis leans back slightly, turns to look fully at the creature. It's panting. He's running out of time to make this decision.

"I can find it."

Maybe.

"But you'll be on your own for a few minutes until I do."

Assuming it took Ellis out of this graveyard. Surely it can't be far. Bradshaw would have needed it. He hears a cracking noise behind him, a slowly-rising growl.

"Quick decision, Fitcher."