Her voice sounds painful to his ears, and he frowns when she doesn't elaborate on what happened. Nothing they've seen here is okay. That's one thing he's been trying to beat into his head. The stiffer his joints get, the more he'd rather just sit here and not deal with it, but he knows that's a terrible idea.

"Not really," he sighs, sinking further in his seat. "I thought the dark water was coming from the tree, but I haven't found another source. I offered to look with someone."

He doesn't sound very enthusiastic about that offer. The last time is still giving him nightmares, and that's coming from someone who should have a better tolerance by now. Just the idea that it was absorbing souls and he'd barely gotten away is... something Lorna doesn't need to hear the details of.

"I almost think they'd be better off with the undead. Nobody should have to live here." He doesn't think anyone would listen if they tried to convince them though. People actually seem to think they're being punished for a reason. It's depressing to think about, so he turns his focus back to what Lorna's avoiding.

"You haven't said much about the volcano."