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

the ghost does not exactly answer her question but he does seem to be trying to understand her. or something like that - he repeats her name and says more things in that funny language of his that blixen doesn't know. and then he says the word "name" - just "name", but he seems to be making the connection, she thinks, and she nods enthusiastically. "sha, name - my name is blix and your name is dracarys. probably." it is now, anyway. her tail wags despite herself - making friends with a maybe undead creature is not how she'd been expecting to spend her day. he doesn't seem to understand when she tries to figure out where he's come from so she gives up on that line of thought, instead patting the earth emphathetically one again. "here," she says, punctuating the word with a pat. "you - dracarys," she says, then pats again, "here?" are you from here is what she's trying to get at, though whether she means the graves themselves or just the area she isn't too sure of herself at this point.