"You could have. You should have," she protests, but the look on her face has melted into the warm relief of someone calling, saying they made it safely. Long enough for Nyx to know that the isle isn't fading away, that this isn't another fucked up joke on behalf of her fate. 

(Dead is one thing. Dead and restless is another.)

Since Nyx is trapped and unable to violate the most sacred of laws regarding cats and their sleep, Fever adjusts her position to be lying down at the edge, angling her body so she can still look down at the grave occupants.

"Not to sway your opinions of this place, but you came at a decent time. Still in the heart of spring, before she gives over to summer in full."