The people of his world would have a very long argument on their hands if they tried that with her. Poison is nothing if - as Carlisle has discovered - stubborn and would iterate and reiterate that simply being alive can't be a sin. It's what you do with that life while you have it. She would even argue with Carlisle himself over the point.

"Afflicted," she echoes, rolling the word and all its connotations around in her mind. She folds her arms loosely, tugging at the fabric at her elbows and rubbing it absent-mindedly between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Undeath... like a lich? Or a revenant?"