Bonesplinter Ravine who thought she was a nightingale

sirenames are not something scarab thinks about ...though he has a combination of two of his own. they've never seemed necessary to use when introducing himself, and he learns that she has three. shakti. singing. sunlight. the desertwitch makes a noncommittal noise in his throat, not commenting. not a single one of her surnames rings with familiarity to him. once they did. he speaks this hoarsely, not wanting to admit why it was the dead spoke to him. because he'd eaten flesh of his ilk? because of the fever? it was hard to tell. they have been silent for some time.

because i am comfortable here, among the dead. the dead could not harm you, could not betray you or your trust. they would listen, solemnly blessed to never have to answer.