Is that an invitation to be a sparring partner? I'd hate to send you home with bruises. I can't say I'm very delicate with blades, wooden or otherwise.

Oh I well remember how sisters can be. I had three growing up and we had our share of hair pulling and pushing into the mud. I'm rather grateful to have a boy for Sofie. It doesn't stop them from pushing each other around the room though. I had to remind them blades are for protection, not chasing your sister.

[She frowns, feeling as if she stumbled onto a painful subject. She couldn't take the words back, but she could at least offer him a look of sympathy before he even spoke.]

How- How is that possible? [She frowns. Did that mean the dead could appear here? Resurrected like thralls? No, the way he spoke of his son, he seemed to be normal.] It is different magic than I have heard of. Usually those revived are only walking puppets. Nothing like this.

I am sorry for your loss, but as you say, she could arrive?