What Ronan was looking at, it looked otherwordly. It looked like it could have been one of Ronan's dream things. Opal would have been terribly upset and jealous. The psychopomp could hardly stand her sister, Chainsaw.
Relief swept over Ronan when he realized that Caduceus felt all animalness and not a dream thing. "Forget I asked that question because it's a fucking weird one." And Ronan didn't want to explain that his dream things have parents, too.
"Were you talking to someone?" Ronan kept himself at a distance, well out of arm's reach. His eyes tick down to scrutinizing the gravestones. "Don't tell me you're raising the dead."