Harrowhark shakes her head; it takes her a second to recall that most people expect words. Words she reserves for those she holds at arm's length, msot of the time—because in her case, anyone else is kept at even further length.

But this woman ... creature? has been kind to her, and she owes, perhaps, the simplest of explanations.

"No, I am—will be— fine. It is an effect of overuse of my necromancy; I have been trying to ward the bed so I can rest and the wards aren't taking is all." Clearly her new companion understands the use of magic, so she may as well be frank. "Thank you, though," is soft and polite. Harrow does have good manners. She is an excellent Reverend Daughter; she was raised properly. (She was not raised properly, but she was raised to be proper.)