Raine's hands stilled briefly over the next stitch. "Death magic, if I understand you correctly?" And she moved on as if she hadn't stopped. "I don't think there's much explicitly comparable in my world." Lift, snip, and pull. "Our elements are defined in four opposing pairs: fire and ice, water and lightning, wind and earth, light and darkness. Very few magical things fall outside those eight. The division of the sectors here gave me pause, at first," she added, as an afterthought.

She pressed on along the line of stitches with the tweezers and scissors, more confident but no less gentle. "I can think of any number of things that might fall under the purview of necromancy. How broad a discipline is it?"