[Need gives a low whistle. It's a sympathetic expression, without stopping to spell it out. She's thinking he was managing with medications and that luck, and this tragedy cut off the medication source and eventually the illness caught up with him.]

That's why you're not in denial or squeamish about admitting you're dead.

Any symptoms stuck around? I've got this stab wound from my first death but I think it's because when I made myself a spirit-body to look alive I included it. It left kind of a big impression on me.

[she touches her chest, though her leather apron is intact and hides the wound.]