Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

Lestan. Mayfair.

Mae blinked, shock and recognition flaring across typically-stoic features. She was speaking to a dead man. Well — not so dead if he was here, right?

Lestan, The Frostfur-Mayfair repeated slowly, stepping closer now to take in the very living scent of him. The motion of his tail caught her attention for a moment. Thought you were dead.