[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[devoutish]

Mm.

[That's an approving Alfie grunt.]

Think of it as halfway to death, then. Their body goes, but their spirit is kept behind.

[heavensreader]

[That... is a perfectly reasonable explanation.

It comes with its own horror, but one that she can parse, something imaginable. Kesara's breathing still stutters slightly as she measures the new answer, turns it this way and that in her head, but in the end she finds it sufficient.]

That could be. I think that could be. After all people sometimes are buried who aren't truly dead, or who must be but then are not... so it could be something of that sort. And still right clever.

[devoutish]

Yeah. And Kesara.

[He's not so much changing the subject as he is going back to the more basic subject that underlies it.]

You do well this time. If anybody can find their way out of the predicament you're in now, I'd put my bets on you.