"I s'pose," she allows. Daine does not, she finds, want to look vulnerable around two-leggers.

Being spoken of, the skeleton also reacts to Palamedes' presence at last, turning its eye sockets towards him as if curious but reserved. It's a worn, stained, much-damaged old thing. So recently revived, there's still a kind of invisible trail between it and Daine, where a surge of her own life force leaped out, converted into another form, and wrapped around it. There is no trace of whoever these bones belonged to originally.

"It came out of the wall like t' others. I wanted it to go back to sleep too, but it doesn't want to go," Daine complains. She touches the skull between the eyes. It does nothing to stop her. "I can't hear it, it's like it don't have a mind."