[ Though she resists the urge to keep up the contact, her eyes track his hand until it's tucked away in his pocket. She takes that as her queue and steps back just slightly, so she's not as up in his space as before, and then looks up to meet his gaze.

The question doesn't surprise her, but it does cause a noticeable shift in her demeanor. What little emotion had been coming through her expressions and gestures all but disappears as her shoulders straighten and her posture gains a almost ethereal grace and elegance. Her features become still, expressionless--a mask of nothing.

Aside from the breeze rustling her thin skirts, Addi doesn't move or sway...it's hard to tell if she's even breathing. And yet she's nether rigid nor relaxed. She's somewhere in-between, perfectly poised, perfectly still, like a ghost standing in the distance. ]

I have many powers, but my most important are related to life's end. I am...the embodiment of death in my world, you see.