Five is quiet while he watches him take every precaution. He's grateful that he's being careful, since it's only been a short time since the two of them weren't cursed.

"The merchant ships that sank brought some of it with the grain they were carrying." Wrath might already be aware, but it's worth specifying just in case. He fell out of the habit of sharing everything as it happened when they had a bit of a falling out. He'd still been meaning to bring it up.

"...Does it feel like the undead?"