( little by little learning more of worlds he'll never see. doesn't make it less fascinating, less curious to find those bits of understanding. Find ways, perhaps, to make it applicable across the world they're in now. Maybe his own, though that's a doubted possibility, what with the chances of anyone remembering here seeming low from any conversations had with those who had gone home, short or long. )

Mm, we ran into water as a deterrent for death-touched creatures, but don't count on that being true for the dead here — bodied dead can move in and through and under water with no ill effect, and spirits, ghosts, depending on individual strengths move through anything they wish.

( His thoughtful look turning solemn, glancing to the ghost here, watching it as if it would tell sensible things. Sometimes they can. Other times, it's beyond them. )

Take care. Not for the things you know, but for the things you believe are familiar. Here, all our understandings reshape themselves.

( Then to her, directly, eyes shifting her way: )

Your sensitivity to death will make you vulnerable to the Death Lords themselves. Like I am, or Lockwood, or a good handful and more of the rest of us. Keep that in mind. They've manipulated members of our party more than once or twice before against their own wills and inclinations.