（ the little winged cat gets a look — though it ain't strictly curious. he's seen stranger, after all. at the gal's question, he chuckles some and makes room for her on the bench beside him, pulling the netting off so she can sit and have a gander. ）

Fire wouldn't hurt you none, neither. It's — （ 'complicated'. how the hell many times has he had to explain this in his life? once, maybe. to éadaoin. souls newly come to death ain't usually good conversationalists. he looks like he ain't all that sure of the words he's sayin' as he continues: ） Kind of a long-winded explanation. We can chalk it up to magic, if that happens to be easier.