"Yeah, more." She passes him the mug, and when he brings it back she downs that, too, before setting it carefully on the side table. "So," she says, her eyes flicking up to his face. "Did anyone else die this time?" Because the last time, there'd been two bodies brought back, and this time-- well. She guessed she qualified, even if she wasn't thinking about that right now. She flexes her fingers, and her brows knit as she continues, "It's weird," and it's clear it's an afterthought. "It happens slow enough that I can feel it, now. The last bits going back together."