Barrow Fields it's brains without hearts have set saint against sinner

the ginger swallows nervously as the spectre drifts closer - he'd not answered her question directly, just repeated it, and she can't help but take it as confirmation. she pulls her paw back to her body quickly, shivering.

closer still the ghost approaches her; her heart stutters in her throat. "h-hei," blix says, weakly, slipping into trigedasleng without realising. she can't read his expression though his approach seems non-threatening (and she can smell life in him, thankfully, unless ghosts also have scents and boy that's a metaphysical question she isn't in a place to consider). "chit yu dula..? h-here, i mean.." she wishes furi were here, suddenly, and then feels a little silly - she's a gona of drageda, for heaven's sake, she can handle this strange-sad spectre of a wolf in this creepy maybe-graveyard. surely.