Daud expected as much, so he nods when Billie gives her answer.

“Lost more than when my animas died,” he rasps. Mercy straightens a little, feathers ruffling and resettling as she’s mentioned off-hand. “So being brought back has its costs. Lorna’s vial must be almost empty.”

He lapses into silence, brooding over what to say next, and finds there isn’t much. This isn’t like when she was taken after the Long Night, an awkward homecoming with the strange, throat-constricting relief of realizing Billie’s still alive. He can still remember the last shudders of life leaving her body under his hand, the light fading from glassy eyes as she died.

The tiefling looks away, fingers curling against his mug.

“Koroc’s been dealt with,” he says, shortly.