Something is tugging at Need in a peculiar way. She splits her attention and investigates, peering through living senses, going from one mind to another as she gets closer. Mostly hopping between the perceptions of elves, and then - oh, yes, she knows this one. Miguel's made some kind of ancestor-shrine, she assumes, though she doesn't look into his memories.

That pull is still there. It's not remotely the same as that brand, which had constantly reminded her that Guts' soul was hanging there crying out to be eaten, it doesn't have that ugly aspect at all. Still it reminds her, in a comparatively friendly way, of things she's taught herself to ignore.

Deliberately she causes an impression of a presence that starts distant and draws closer, like she's something that can come into a room to stand behind and to Miguel's left, to look over his shoulder and see what he sees. Living people are often more comfortable if they think of her as having a bit more distance from them than she actually does.

:This is nice,: she says, with less edge than usual.