"A watery nature you say. What kind?" he asked. He did say anything more about Bryn. Truth was, her nature unsettled him. The dead should stay dead. If they didn't, her pantheon had disregarded their duties. There was a place for the dead and one for the living. But he doubted Nandita would agree with his view. Matters of the dead were left to their guards. The gods of the living often did not grasp the meaning as well as them.