Bah humans. Such morons that contrive such wonderful scents to mask their odors. Psh.<br/><br/>His question was valid, and she needed to answer. In a...roundabout way.<br/><br/>She closed her vocals, clearing her throat; tone tense with a sincere undertone, stepping forward to trace the stone flowers with her fingertip.<br/><br/>"You have a gift, as do I. We are not so different, I do not think. You, you are of the light."<br/><br/>She pauses now, brow furrowing, taking time to think clearly. To rationalize as to whether this was a regret.<br/><br/>Nothing is worth a try, usually.<br/><br/>She continues on, her hand pulling to her side, head tilting up to stare at the stoned knight's face.<br/><br/>"What do you do...did you...can you, DO, now?. Have you abilities still, or they were taken? I must know."<br/><br/>Her head shakes, turning to face the dark man now, carefully looking to his left rather than at him. Her lips part to speak, then close. She sniffs outward, forcing a whispered question from her mind.<br/><br/>"Can you help the dead?".<br/><br/>Again a lengthy pause, and then an offered token:<br/><br/>"I can help you, if you can. I can give you what you need. I do not state this lightly, if you can...I will not go back on my word."<br/><br/>Her head now tilts upward and to the right, staring into his own eyes, waiting an answer