Moonspear When I see her face

"Sir Alfred is neither dead, nor alive. He is an..." here Wraen stopped, looking for the perfect name for a being that was neither. Living dead or dying lived? Dyliv? "... I forgot the name. Anyway - if you put your ear next to his skull, you will hear his thoughts." As she said this, she leaned down, pressed her ear against the top of the bone and pretended to listen. Apart from the usual "swooshing" sound there was nothing particular.

"Sir Alfred says that he is a flower today," she got up. "I say that he is a bit mad."