Comfortably Numb

Wessex is actually here to see Edrei, but since the news went out that she is not longer the only Resurrected person walking around Caido, she chooses this occasion to see the other miracle for herself. Usually not one for parties, Wessex nurses a small tumbler of brown liquid purely to have something to do with her hands while she lurks in the corner. When the man of the hour finally seems to be alone she narrows her eyes every so slightly and approaches with a mildly skeptical look on her face. While she’d been a bit peeved at him for charging in during the daylight, she knows there wasn’t really another viable option for them. So instead, she throws a leg over a barstool and sits with spread legs, facing Ronin. “So. What was death like for you? Weird being back, amiright?” No tact at all, just a sledgehammer breaking through the ice. He’ll get used to it. From the notice it seemed like he had much more at stake in this world than Wessex did when she kicked the bucket. There wasn’t much to catch up on, then - but if his earlier frown was any indication of what was going on in his head, he was on the struggle bus with the resurrection thing. And Wessex was one of the few people who might be able to help him with that. Or she might make it worse. But that’s just a risk he was going to have to take, isn’t it? WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here