"He won't come after you with a sword! Unless you hurt me or try to sleep with me naked like Val does!" Her brows knit in concern when he freezes though her head tips to his hand. "Are you okay?" She reaches up to put a small hand onto his forehead then his cheek to check for fever, hair rippling quiet magic over his fingers as it darkens to a concerned blue.
"Ooooh. I see. But we can't fight against God; he's biiiig." She smiles brightly at the poke to her forehead. "And you're right! We shouldn't waste life. It's short and something could happen any time and then there would be things you would regret not doing or saying and then you'd be stuck here as ghost." Her last word triggers a memory of something Val said. "Val says you have a ghost. But that he's nice. Is he fibbing?"