Mmmm, he must needs be the expert, yes. [alia says it sweetly, sedately, as she wades out of the water slowly, plucking a bit of pond weed out of her trailing, tangled hair. she’s calmly unconcerned with her nudity, dripping lake water as she climbs up onto the bank and perches on the muddy expanse of it, looking upwards at him thoughtfully.]

Was it very unpleasant? To die? I do not recall my other-memory’s deaths, only the events leading up to them. [a bit faraway, a glassy look in those strange, unblinking eyes, before she refocuses and smiles sweetly.] Will you enact revenge, do you think?