"So you're... you're immortal, then...?" she asked, and if she was breathless, she told herself it was because of the walk. The idea was terrifying. Did he have a soul? How would he ever go to Heaven? Did he worship their God?
Could he die?
Could Eric? Was Eric also Godless?
Her palms were going cold and damp again -- and she had to remind herself not to do what she'd done before, which was completely lose control of herself. She took long, careful breaths and focused on keeping her steps straight and even, in time with him.