"Broadly," she says; the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in hearing the secrets at her core spoken so flatly, but she clings to her composure.

"She sleeps. The Tomb still holds her, as far as I know; I only entered it. I have seen and heard things that others could not sense. I have often wondered," she lets out a little breath, "if I am mad. But if not, yes, she has accompanied me. It has faded in time. Lately it has been stronger than it has in a long time."