[ Qetzi 'hears' them loud and clear, but then she always does. Every creak and shudder of the House is their rage, she hears it but she does not always listen. Certainly not this early in the evening, closer to the witching hour she might speak with her sisters in private, whispering promises and curses, not sure which will bring this House better fortune.
She sighs, whether at him or them, unclear, but when she does speak it is addressed to the living, ]
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She sighs, whether at him or them, unclear, but when she does speak it is addressed to the living, ]
Send for food, there's nothing for you here.