"Maybe so. I live on there, some days," Liriael answered, with a flit of a smile across her face. At least she still retained her humor, here in the Force. It just felt so...serene. Why could she not capture this feeling when she was in her body? Why was she paralyzed with worry and fear before? It was as if she could feel everything, and nothing.
"I am Liriael dae Aculata Viridis dae Lander. It means Lily where the Prickly Green meets The Land," she said, without thinking, then looked surprised. "I don't....I never give out my full name. It's something only other Malastarians know of; all of our names are from the forest." She looked at him again, thoroughly. "Why are you here? How can you be speaking with me, if I am....dying." She looked back at her body. "I'm dying, aren't I." It wasn't a question.