"No, I don't." Reflexively, Sabriel reaches for the second largest of the bells strapped to her chest, before she realizes what she's doing and forces her hand away. She doesn't feel the sense of hunger she often feels from the Dead- and he's not attacking her. She relaxes slightly- just not enough to sheath her sword.

"Have you met anyone that is from this place? Or know where 'here' is?"