[ Elena hears someone approaching, but it's as distant as if she were under the water of the lake, trapped in the darkness as cold liquid pressed in against her. The memory of that very sensation is brutally vivid as her gaze remains fixed on the water that she can just barely see moving in the gentle light of the floating lanterns. It isn't until the words drift down to her that she's pulled back above the surface and able to turn toward him, a few moments passing before she's able to really take him in. ]
What's it usually like?
[ Her own jeans are wet, the damp from the ground seeping into the fabric. Her thin plaid shirt does little against the fall chill but she doesn't really feel it. One small perk to being doubly dead in the afterlife. ]
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What's it usually like?
[ Her own jeans are wet, the damp from the ground seeping into the fabric. Her thin plaid shirt does little against the fall chill but she doesn't really feel it. One small perk to being doubly dead in the afterlife. ]