[Having said it, even for the second time, actually is a relief. And despite the bleak subject matter, she smiles, and seems deeply relieved. She's almost at peace.]

I don't know exactly. I'm sure Palamedes would have a Necromancer way of saying it, but he never knew.

This body isn't mine, you see. It's... rejecting me.

I've been dying for months. When I arrived I thought I maybe had a few more months. Now, I think I've got a week. Maybe two weeks.