[Huuuuh... it's not that she doesn't have a solid grasp of death (goodness knows she does)--but the thought that there might be someone who can oversee that, in some way or another, is a strange one.

Faerie Britain has no gods, which means no religion. Death is only death. And then the dead corpses become--

--Oh. The energy necessary for magicks?]

You monitor all of that? Isn't that a lot? Does that mean you know a lot of magecraft yourself? You must know lots, right?

[Well, she certainly doesn't seem bothered.]