Jacob found himself curious, wondering about how she'd get rid of the body. It was a morbid fascination he supposed, that he held for magic. He watched over the top of the scroll as she gathered things, then silently followed her upstairs a minute or so after she had gone up. He walked with the silence and grace of a hunting cat, though when he got upstairs, he froze.<br/><br/>It was fascinating, he thought, watching her work the little ritual. He stood in silence, watching her chant the spell. He couldn't even think of speaking, of interrupting her. What could he even say? He watched as the woman, Cassie he recalled, started to fade. Jacob found himself wishing Cassie well in whatever afterlife lay ahead. If she was lucky-or unlucky, in his view sometimes-she might get another chance as a whitelighter or something.<br/>