"Elsie knows," she says with a sorry smile. She didn't until he got closer, but now she can feel the connection he has to them, the scent that permeates them is his.

Her expression remains sad but in a placid and accepting kind of way. Efrain... that demon is so good at singing to lost souls. Elsie knows how deep that grief can go. She can't find it in herself to be angry at Pyotr for succumbing. His spirit seems so dim already.

Her gaze is penetrating when she looks up into his face, "Sad things are discarded?"