[ He looks back at her in response, unwavering. (It doesn't really matter whether he's sure.)

Anyway: ]

You do something for the dead, yeah? Help them with passing, I think you said? Something about taking their pain? I don't remember dying, so that should be easy for you.

[ He doesn't need help being dead, of course, but this isn't about him: this is about her, and reluctance. ]