She turned her body to look towards where the Waste had run off. A frown. "The girl... she ran, yes? They do that. Poor dears..." A definite sigh there. They were a concern, and she was glad they'd rescued her at least.

"Resurrected, but yes. A week we remain dead, and then we are brought back. Each time, it is a little worse. The first, a terrible disease like the flu for a week and aches and bad dreams of our death for the rest of the month. The second, we suffer that and memories of home fade for two months. Sometimes all, sometimes only some. I am having trouble remembering anything but my skills right now from home. The third, we lose all memories without good fortune for three months. I've had to take extensive steps to protect even those. The fourth, we have even worse dreams and sleepwalk frequently into dangerous places. The fifth, one of our senses becomes ruined. My taste and smell are ... best not spoken of. Five months. And the sixth?"

She gestured towards her throat. "We do not know the seventh, and the fear is that there is no coming back from that, so I am... very cautious after as long as I've been here. Is your leg alright? No wounds?"