Serina sat a bit far away. She'd adjusted to the intense smell to some extent but even now gagged a couple of times.
Meanwhile, I took my time examining the elves.
I asked them random questions. How they were feeling, whether their bodies felt normal and such.
They confirmed that they felt totally normal.
"When you died," I said, trying to phrase it in a decent way. "How did you feel?"
"Like passing out from extreme pain, not knowing if it'll ever stop hurting," the elven child said. "I remember seeing a dream when I died, but I can't remember the dream."
"Likewise," the male one said. "Though in my case, I'd already accepted death so it was a little easier. Of course, it still hurt tremendously."
