Camilla almost smiles. It had been pretty rad. When she thinks about it took closely, that trial is one of the last few uncomplicated memories she had. Everything had gone so badly so quickly after that.

She finishes taking her notes and turns around to face him. “That’s how the Warden got this idea. He remembered the underlying theorem that allows a necromancer to ride another human soul and made some adjustments so that it causes less stress on my brain.” She says this with a sort of suppressed sigh, clearly believing these precautions to be unnecessary. “Means we can’t talk to each other directly, though.”

“You can take the bed if you’d like.”