"Mmmm, all I need is a horse, and I could chant 'Ichabod' while riding through the streets," she teased a little, waiting until her head settled. A little shimmy and she locked the brace into place firmly, giving a little test. The brace, this close, was pretty obviously concealed by a black lace element that had the look of someone's hand working to make it all look as normal as possible when it came all the way up her throat like that. "We have Dullahan in my world too, believe it or not. Very powerful creatures, I might add."

She smiled gratefully, resting a hand behind her and looking up at Makoto before admitting. "It's dreadfully annoying most of the time. I have to keep such a straight posture. So... this is ... a bit of an unpleasant lesson about this place. Death is not final here, but the more times it happens, the harder it is to bring us back properly and the more things don't work right. The sixth time, you... well... end up looking like the way you died for six months."

(OOC: Or in her case, for other reasons that she didn't yet know? Sometimes your head just didn't reattach because someone out there was a bastard.)