His ears perked at her demand, but the wolf sat back, head nearly to her waist and offered her his head in a rather docile fashion. Death frowned, as much as a skull can and disappeared, not wanting to witness much more of this, deciding instead to hope visitors would come that he could eviscerate.
Matthias, meanwhile, looked up at her with red, glowing eyes, heavy lidded. She was here, but what did this mean? She still protested the idea of him and their past, but the past is not what mattered, the now mattered.