There's that spark in her eye of comprehension. That information will be useful later, but doesn't make sense in the current moment.
"...It's spring. Plenty of time to plan to bury all the risen dead before the next Mourner's Night."
She'll keep eyes and ears and nose open. If Father's handing this one over to her, it's a case that needs her touch. Something mortal, not cosmic upheaval.
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"...It's spring. Plenty of time to plan to bury all the risen dead before the next Mourner's Night."
She'll keep eyes and ears and nose open. If Father's handing this one over to her, it's a case that needs her touch. Something mortal, not cosmic upheaval.