He kept his eyes on the headstone and on the pendant attached to it. It felt like he wasn't able to look away, like he physically couldn't. He took a deep breath and focused on the bond with his wife, using that to keep him grounded. "If she wasn't one of them herself, she knew them very, very well," he said. "This is what that woman sounds like when she sings. Veronica. It's a different song, though. This is a-a-a. A guarding song. It's a warning." He shoved his hands through his hair, brows knotted. "No, not a warning exactly. It's a protective song. A claiming thing. Sort of a 'back off, under my shield' notice."
He let his hands fall and continued to stare at the stone. "You've never worn this pendant when we've run into her, have you? Not that I especially want to test it out, but I suspect if you had, she wouldn't have tried one thing on me."