There's a chortle of agreement, her sigh afterwards almost nostalgic for the near-constant disruptions laid out by Gods.

As he rises, the spirit floats around the growing things and Melinoë keeps watch, should it need to be dismissed. But she spares the mage a look of the utmost pride and ecstasy, nodding almost vehemently. "Yes and then some. I haven't felt this powerful in far too long, and I genuinely dread what may or may not come once we've awakened. Without death in the Void, there can be no undead...but I only want to dwell on here, on right now. Drown in everything while we're able.

"Tell me you've been enjoying yourself as well." It's more statement than inquiry, because how the hell could Merlin not?