Despite the grim subject, she was glad to find someone who seemed to speak from a place of knowledge as far as their spectral escorts went, even if what he had to say cast their existence in dimmer light. Resentment, she suspected, could be a very binding thing. She had seen the living become ensnared and galvanized by it, but the dead had no chance to live for anything else anymore, and perhaps among their ranks it festered deeply.

Studying him gravely Lily looked down at her food, prodding a bit of paper before speaking again.

"Do they suffer greatly?" And then, her thoughts on where she had come from, "do all who are like them?" She would use this time keeping watch to learn everything she could, if he was willing to impart what he knew and indulge her questions. Even as she asked two, four more sprouted up in her mind, and she was the sort of person who would risk having to eat cold millet if it meant having a few more answer than she began the evening with.