Yalanilue shrugs nonchalantly, and yet still deviously. “Whatever way you choose, human.”
Corona pauses, and looks at Andy. She smiles and kisses him, then hugs him. “That’s not what I’m thinking of, Andy. I was trying to remember if there’s some spell to ensure my afterlife as a ghost. Or at least gain my sight.” She frowns and starts to murmur to herself.