Pulling a little stone from her pocket, she used her wand to transfigure it into a small pair of scissors. Hesitating she looked from the spectral monk to Wei Wuxian and back again before timidly approaching the cloak to get to work.

"It's nice to meet you," she managed nervously between snips. "Would you be willing to speak with us a bit, about the undead? We hoped you might have some recollection about their rulers, and where they come from."