She eyed the graves, silently thinking of the three that she lost in rapid succession. Three names for three graves. There was a shudder and then a quick swallow before her composure was recovered. Graves were necessary in this place, unfortunately. Though she was still a bit confused about whether or not people truly stayed dead.

Looking for me? That genuinely surprised her. She hadn't expected to cross anyone's mind very much, not with things growing so hectic and so many becoming injured or disappearing.

I'm fine. I was looking for you, probably for much the same reason. Are you doing all right?