"Maybe," she muses, thinking back on what Bro told her in the arena. But she's not yet sure if that's something to keep to herself or not. "Have there been any you've met that have seemed to have... gone and then returned?"

"Death is everywhere though," she says, over the water boiling. "You could just as easily trip down a series of stairs and snap your neck out here as you could find yourself impaled on a weapon in there." Death hasn't scared Rose for a long time, not when in the end no one can do anything to you after it. Living seems to be the harder thing, the scarier thing.

She laughs, softly, glancing back. "Would you like to try some now?"