"Mmmhm," says the sopping-ass elf, even as she kinda scrapes her arms down the front of her shirt to try and dry it off; she's not gonna be able to escape needing to dry off near the fire but she can at least not sit around with her shirt clinging to her body, damnit. "Commonly called a skeleton, probably better understood as a necromantic construct, not dissimilar to like, animated armor. They retain some basic personality elements of their species, not much - a human skeleton will flinch away from an open flame, for instance - but otherwise their glory and their idiocy is they'll only ever do exactly what you tell them to."