He set down the mop and wiped his hands on his pants, which materialized into a new pair directly after. "Don't mention it. I think that they've finally stopped coming around. I haven't seen hide or hair of another undead since coming here, unless you count the redead ones I cleaned up." He stepped up to her and brushed an errant lock of hair from her face, and it decided it really liked his finger.
"You're probably hungry. Would you like something to eat? You deserve it after all, and I haven't asked how things are going since I tinkered around in your head."