"You are a conundrum."
Bodhi hissed, dancing from foot to foot as she had in unlife, the only shade to do so thus far.
"A victim of death, Murder's claim, but bound in undeath." I tapped my finger on the arm of the ivory-toned throne. Immy stifled the smallest of giggles. "What to do, what to do." My eyes hardened. "There, I think." I returned her soul too, though whether I had jurisdiction or not was a technicality none of the 'higher powers' seemed to address. Perhaps their ban on interfering extended this far? I supposed it might be considered pilfering, but my claim was just as strong as theirs, and any that wished could take it up with Ao when this was all over. The cell beside Joneleth's would do.
Bodhi hissed, but I left her to ponder an unlife-beyond-undeath, one without fangs.
