The smile slips right off. There's almost nothing he'd like to talk about less. He's tempted to remind her that she was pretty taciturn with him, but that's cruel and not all necessary either.

"Things... the dead worry about, I suppose," He says, shrugging his shoulders. "How long we're going to last like this. Whether we're safe to be around. Hunters aren't the only ones who like to make sure our deaths stick. There are plenty of daemons who find the dead to be an easy hunt too. Or easy to change."

He doesn't look up.

"I won't risk my daughter."