[He makes an irritated noise in his throat.]

Yes. The problem. She has no respect for the living.

[He sets aside the woodwork; it's nearly done now. The pattern is intricate, ornate, and precise: the wood now just needs to be polished and sanded. Later.

For now, he stands up and opens his cupboards, pulls down vegetables and other things suitable in making stew.]

I have spent most of the last few months keeping in her line. As a result, I neglected my own curse.