"I actually know who it was that sent me to my grave."  Ellen told Rath, feeling just as much disappointment as he had.  "It's a bit of a sad story, though, so I should probably save it for when I actually make it into the Games.  I can say, though, that at the very least, it isn't a desire for revenge that's keeping me tied to this world.  I'm pretty lucky, in that regard."<br/><br/>Caring for her family was a much better reason, in her eyes.  If it were vengeance, she'd probably get caught up in her anger and lose sight of everything else...  Definitely not something she'd want to have happen.<br/><br/>"Well...  Technically, I can, actually."  She then answered his next question.  "Only when I choose to, though, and it's a bit tricky.  You see, even though I can't touch living creatures, I managed to pick up this little trick for manipulating non-living things.  Chairs, clothing, other assorted items...  It's how I'm wearing this armor, as well, given that I wasn't exactly buried in it.  Letting the air touch me is more difficult, especially since it isn't solid in the first place, but I can manage it with a little concentration.  And that lets me feel the wind, differences in temperature, and detect different scents.  I have a sense of taste, as well, though since I don't need to eat, I don't really use it very often."<br/><br/>Most of the time, she went around without feeling much of anything at all.  It was a lot more convenient, given that she didn't really need her senses of touch, taste, or smell, most of the time.  It did have a tendency to make her feel... isolated, at times, though.  For her own good, she made a point of indulging in her senses every now and then, stopping to smell some flowers, feel the texture of a marble statue, that sort of thing.<br/><br/>It had been a long time indeed since she'd felt anything like a heartbeat, though.  Warm skin, another person's touch, getting to kiss her kids good night...  Hopefully, she'd be able to experience those again, too, some day.