"I had two friends who were ill. They're both dead now. There isn't much more to say on the subject."

Or rather, that Lust wanted to say on the subject. It was better if she distanced herself from it, kept her from her mind. Otherwise that sense of cold aching started up again. She hated that feeling.

"I hope that does you more good than it does me. Had you anything in mind for your evening plans?"

She wanted to move the conversation away from death, as well as perhaps have something to focus her own energies on. She'd rather be useful than grief-stricken.