~You've learned impertinence from the small one, I see. It is a good teacher in that regard.~ Grace flashes that sharp scowl and turns swiftly, wrenching her harpoon from the sand and -

- The siren's corpse is gone. Of course it is. She sags, her frustrated pride draining out of her along with the venom in her voice. ~...Long ago an idiot heard a girl's wish and was stupid enough to grant it. Now she is not dead. This is how the idiot described it, you see; 'not dead'. I know the word 'undead' and I know the word 'ghost' and I have pointed these things to the idiot and he has said only: 'not dead'. You now know what I know.~

She turns her head to glare at John, but her one visible eye is just...sad. Distant. ~Is your curiosity satisfied, broad one?~