Mar grins rather nastily and an idea comes over him. Mar casually sits down next to Myitt and attempts to transmit a telepathic message to her. He knows perfectly well she can't respond, but he can't resist. The image appears to be of some kind of fleshy, disturbing, four-eyed monster clutching the cheek of a familiar form of Myitt that probably appeared briefly when she died previously. The monster is bipedal but has gargoyle-esque features, and the form of Myitt is obviously wearing chains. It's not exactly a threat but there is something unsettling about it.
"Yes, I suppose you'd be right, wouldn't you?" Mar practically purrs. His mood is rapidly improving. Maybe it's the slight buzz in him now and the atmosphere. "So you might want to be assured that you have a clear way out, pet. Although as you can see, I'd be delighted to have you a few decades early."
