[ If she yet lived, this conversation would bring her such joy. Her desire to live is driven by a wish to engage actively in just that sort of collaboration, to drink deep of the potential this world and its strange arrangement have to offer. She does not resent being here, being far from home; she resents being unable to take advantage of it.

As it is - as she is, at least right now - Ieza grits her teeth. This is not what she asked for. She requested a specific kind of assistance, a living offering, a material boon- not some motions about a compromise with the rules of the universe.

Also, she's already received this advice, albeit in fewer words and without her applying leverage, and already rather violently rejected it. And while she no longer has the wherewithal for quite the same degree of volatility, a mental rigor mortis has superseded emotionality. Hers is a double-bind, almost entirely of her own devising. It is difficult for her to change her ways, even as she insistently desires just that capacity. ]

Parsimonious translation- [ she answers, able at least to call up a response to the question, even if she lacks enthusiasm. ] It is a practice of the body remembering its previous state. It requires an equivalent concentration of complex vitality. One can't get something for nothing, not at this level of elaboration. [ Unless that fairly fundamental law has been suspended. And who knows, it might just. But she can't seem to get excited at the prospect. ] There are some specifics to the ceremony, but mostly it involves a kind of ritual sacrifice. [ Like most ritual, it is less what it is than what it means that grants it efficacy. ]

A horse would suffice for a fairly lengthy period of restoration. As would a fully grown human being.

[ Any chance he has some of those lying spare? ]

I could be of more help - be more flexible in my thinking - were my present condition ameliorated.