Scara knows. You're turned into a zombie. The both of you are in a relationship. Scara was surprised you didn't kill him, you just stuck around.

He just felt familiar to you, his gaze leaving a warm, soft fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"I'd still love you even if you were just a pile of bones," Scaramouche utters, as he tries to make a fire, your head rested on his shoulder.

"Your breath stinks.." You understood his words to a certain level of degree, so you felt a little offended.