"Showoff," Camilla says, with another tight smile. "But, yes. It helped. What do you remember? And—"

She gestures vaguely at the other cavalier. The last she'd seen of this particular physical form, it had been in horrifically worse shape and yet not rotting somehow. The Blood of Eden had retrieved what remained of Gideon the Ninth (a much easier task than Camilla's own gruesome collection), and it had certainly not been walking and talking at the time.

"You've got your own body again. How?"