Is that really you?

Her dead brother's words met her ears and brought about a chuckle from the emaciated fae. "A prototype. I'm going to carve a lifesize version at some, though I don't know who will pull it." Wrinkling her nose a bit at the sudden conundrum that she'd posed for herself, the black, grey and white fae looked around. "Maybe The Hallows should raises horses. Or get a moose or something. A moose could surely pull a sleigh, right?" Wild fantasies flitted through the fragile mind as she imagined trying to wrangle a moose into a harness.

Suddenly Sirius' paw was atop hers and Iolaire looked at it for a long moment. He was dead. She was dead. The touch didn't surprise her, but it was a foreign feeling. Not many bothered to touch her and she didn't bother in return. A little hmmph, left her throat and she forced a smile up at the man, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "How long have you been dead then? It's been a while for me. You don't seem used to it yet." Extracting her paw from beneath his own, she went back to inspecting her little wooden cart.

"Speech"