He reaches out and she moves closer, passing the sketchbook into his hands. There's more of him in there - unsurprising, since she spent so much time around him - and many drawings of various sizes of plants that he would undoubtedly recognise. She watches him carefully while he takes it in, and while he's distracted she tries to work out just what has happened.

He's--

He's a revenant, just as he always said he would become, but this isn't the monster that Poison had expected to see based on the things he had told her about his condition. When he speaks, her eyes dart up to his and she hesitates, briefly catching her lower lip between her teeth.

"I was somewhere else, before here. A place called Hadriel. You were there, too. A... younger you, I suppose." Younger. Living. It's semantics. "We were friends. I liked to watch you gardening. I think you liked me too, or you didn't mind having me around, at least." Her attention lowers to the page he's on, where a sketch of him kneeling with a small, hairless animal the size of a small dog is prominent. "... I'm Poison, by the way. My name is Poison."