[ Blake slumps in relief, feline ears drooping. She probably is being paranoid. It's probably not personal. But. She just can't shake that suspicion. ]

Thank you.

[ It comes out as a sigh. Blake pushes back the sleeve of her jacket to expose the writing on the underside of her forearm. It's still a stark black against her skin; she'd been hoping it would fade, but that doesn't seem to want to happen, at least not any time soon. She angles her arm so Jayce can read the message: Aspect of Entropy: The force of death, deterioration, and demise of all things, as well as rebirth and even breaking such patterns. Domain of the Undead. ]

I'm still not sure what undead means, in this context. [ Her admission is clearly reluctant ] Maybe the husk things we've seen along the road. Or some type of monster we haven't encountered yet?