"I shall, thank you."

She studies him as they lounge there in the sun, curious: he certainly looks and acts alive. He gets cold and enjoys warmth and wine.

None of it is anything like what she'd expected from an afterlife. "How long have you been here, Wei Wuxian? Does it begin to feel..."

She lifts a hand, uncertain of how to articulate her question. "Do you feel free here? Or is it confining, at times?"