"A morgue?" Carlisle blinks, a little incredulous. Rey isn't an undead -- he knows that much for certain, having healed her more than once now -- so there must be another explanation. With his head starting to swim from the tea, his mind (and his mouth) go wild with speculation.

"You- you were mistaken dead?" he starts with, not waiting for an answer before throwing out another guess. "Or you faked your own death. Spectacularly. And when you emerged from your slumber, you so frightened the embalmer that they fled without so much as looking back."