[brb, dying of lulz.]
"Sometimes, I think, it's better to just listen," Fang said as she stepped inside the room where Zea was tending the poor mess of a corpse. She had passed the family on the way and instantly knew what had happened--considering those who weren't in hysterics were sniping angrily.
Zea had spoken. Something about a nose?
And as Fang knew, she had all the tact of, well...of someone who interacted more with the dead than the living. And Fang thought that affectionately! She could relate, after all, though her work required her to be more sympathetic and gentle. Spirits tended to be pretty sensitive about their...spiritness.
"I passed the family on my way here. They were...er, needless to say, I got an earful. I think I managed to calm them well enough? Suggested they head to the front for some tea, assured them their daughter is resting peacefully, which, ah, speaking of that!" She stepped in closer to Zea and leaned in, her voice lowering and eyes shifting toward the door.
"You haven't felt any cold spots, have you?" She grimaced, ran a hand over her face. "I'm a terrible human being, but they just...they looked so upset, so..."