Palamedes folds his arms over his chest and taps his fingers against the elbow, staring back at the skeleton with a scrutinizing, authoritative air. Now that he’s paying attention, he can sense the connection it has to the girl-slash-wolf, though it isn’t quite like anything he’s seen before.

“Of course it doesn’t have a mind. It’s dead. It’s a construct, not a person.” He knits his brows together and turns to look at the girl. “Are you saying that you did nothing to make it come into being? It just…started following you?”