She blinks, like someone waking up as they start to nod off, and the curse gets the briefest ghost of a smile. Only the people who know her best would even be able to see it, in the way her eyes crinkle so very very briefly.

She stands. "His breathing doesn't sound great."

She could clarify that she means Neal's, but clarifying means further assertion that Evandrin is gone.

A spark of rebellion lands on something in her spirit and starts to burn. Gone, but not out of reach.