(I don't want to knit-pick, but you should really go back through those last couple of posts and read how many times you use the phrase "He looks at her".  It's not a huge deal, but you might switch it up just a bit.)<br/><br/>"What is it that I am doing?" She inquires strongly, holding her hands at her hips.  "And the reason the Living care so much about the Dead is because we don't understand them.  Have you not ever been curious and saught answers?"  She hoped she wouldn't get him angry again, or that she was tiring him or draining him of energy.  Perhaps she would spend the night here, if she were still welcome to.  The castle was grand and still beautiful, and this whole situation was like a dream that boardered on nightmarish.