Despite the obvious strain on Paladin's face, Harrowheart's smile in return is incredibly genuine. Not amused, exactly, but comfortable. "Harrowheart's the name I took when I started down this path, too." She's in good company. Or... Perhaps bad company. Remains to be seen, doesn't it?

His smile fades to neutrality as he speaks. "Little things like everyone who knows what 'undead' means lookin' at you with suspicion. Little things like not bein' able to move on – Not just in one way, but almost every way. Little things like... Knowin' any livin' folks I learn to care about are gonna die before me. Knowin' I can only die if I'm killed, or when I kill myself. It's not so much the way things taste or how they feel or not needin' sleep, not really all those physical things most breathers think of right off the bat. It's all the future things. All the ways you're reminded that you don't belong. The consequences, I guess."

He snorts a breath that doesn't fog in the cold air. "But you're a paladin. You probably love hearin' that. Everything's all about retribution with y'all. Don't worry, there's retribution enough."