"Whatever flame you worship was snuffed out by Marika's armies, as were your lands." Or lay beyond the fog. In any case, it was--he didn't know. He would have thought it irrelevant any other night, but with what he'd just seen...

"You rose from the grave," he gestures with his empty hand to the structure that loomed over them. Where that sister might still be, for all he knew. "What roused you?"

It was difficult not to glance at the moon, or worry openly about the thing that fell into the waves. This haughty figure had to be connected to it somehow.