"Zilu…" Mark said in a soft tone. "Can we talk for a second?"
Zilu's ears moved slightly at hearing him.
"…Y-yes," she said quietly.
With that, both of them walked to one of the corners of the camp, away from where the others were working.
They stopped beside one of the giant trees whose roots formed a sort of natural nook that separated them from the rest.
Mark leaned against the root and was about to speak, but Zilu was faster.
"Have you always been able to do that?" Zilu asked quickly.
The question came straight, without hesitation, in a voice that trembled slightly but didn't waver for a second.
Mark just looked at her in silence.
"Have you always been able to bring the dead back to life?" Zilu continued, looking at him steadily with her golden eyes that seemed to be on the verge of tears. "From the beginning?"
"Zilu—"
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Zilu's voice rose slightly. "If you can do that, why didn't you… why didn't you bring my sister back?"
