[She looks to the eyes directly for the first time, unsure of the intention but gracious that her words were heeded. She may not like necromancy, but at the very least he understood. Maybe.]

I thank you. Our lot on this world is short and sometimes abrupt and terrible. But we should all be given the chance to sleep when our time is finished.

That is what I believe anyway.

[A polite smile comes to Nil's face and she extends a bow: a polite and practiced ones she's offered nobles and leaders who were deserving of the gesture.] My name is Nil, if it pleases.