"They do, but, really, I'm surprised we're seeing them at all. There seems to be no life but us and those...anomaly things. Whatever they are."

If she had even a suitable walking stick she'd prod the thing. Instead she watches the creature writhe under Cousland's boot and sits opposite her. It clearly is no longer a threat, and whatever's in there (just rage? She can't think of anything else so dumb) isn't trying to escape and go for her, so it can stay there until it works itself to pieces, for all she cared.

"Until now. I wonder if it has anything to do with...with the length of our recent obituaries. If the deaths that don't remain dead weaken the Veil all... the same..."

She seems to realize the horror of what it would mean about getting her magic back and grows more visibly disturbed by the second as she speaks.

"...Well, then. That's...certainly a thought. As your Warden-Commander, I am ordering you never to repeat that idea where any of our local unrepentant murderers can hear it. Maker forbid the green-haired one get it into his head to cause even more chaos somehow..."