I like quiet! I like having space to myself where I'm not crowded in by humanity on every side, overwhelming my senses. Have you ever had a too sensitive nose and then had every scent imaginable invade it on a daily basis? Because that's what it is for me, and I need to not deal with that every minute of every day.

[But then Jaskier says bullied by the dead and there's something in that that resonates with the dhampir. It is bone deep, and it has an awful revelation in it. It shows as tension overtakes the dhampir, as long nails grow and dig into his palms.] Of course I am, Jaskier. When I arrived I was bullied by the legacies of the dead and the deep contradictions between them. What my mother would want, and how my father would have brought that fucking castle in Thorne down to the ground for merely attempting to imprison him, and what he might've brought down on the whole country just to make a point. This place was a better legacy. It was constructive, it meant something to provide respite and respect, being indifferent to the dead while not ignoring their needs.

[His eyes flash red and furious, but in recognition that the bard? The bard has let out a very, very good idea. His tone is far too serious as he adds:]

A few dozen corpses left alone with that woman would not be the worst thing to happen. I would almost call it just.