[If Paul was even slightly more himself, he might stop to question who this person is, or if he should be pausing to discuss fungi with her. He might try to explain himself, or at least give his name.

But under these circumstances, the opportunity to talk about absolutely anything other than his self, wretched as it is, comes as a relief. The fact it's ecology -]

They usually are. [Paul moves closer to the skeleton, which remains obediently still, as if sensing their attentions.] After the marrow is consumed, there's not much for fungi to consume until the elements break the bones down further, which isn't what's happening here. Then again - [a slight shrug] - it could be blood magic.