"Yes," she confirmed, "she did tell me I've been dead," She frowned when he asked if she knew how she died and shook her head no, "Elijah," she said wearily, "I don't want to know how."
In the world of uncertainty like the new world was, death happened often. Her eyes looked up at him, "I'm not dead now, in this places that seems like a dream, I might end up going back, I rather not know if I do. I don't want to number my days to death."