Threnody carefully ignored the question; she'd always felt like trying to explain talking to the dead to someone without her abilities was a lot like trying to explain the color blue to a blind man. But if Spencer was going to be a good obedient workhorse and carry her bags, then she couldn't complain all that much.
He did earn a surprised look when he picked out the sage. She'd hardly expected him to know what it was, never mind be able to identify it among everything else. "It was," she said with a blink. "Don't know what happened to the owner. She was a sapien, though. Probably got lynched."