[Excellent at it, actually. Undeath is sweet like that - everything is an aura. He can percept things that the living can't, but things the living can do tend to go un-noticed. He glances at the girl... and the younger girl. Something's wrong. But he's not enough of a fool to mention it in front of the younger of the pair. His eyes drift to the door she emerged from.]

...There is no word from her husband yet?

[So sorry, he assumed the guy simply ran for it. He has no idea about going back to worlds you come from.]

If there is anything you require for her comfort, but cannot leave her to get, inform me. It is the least I can do for her.