[Sabriel's about to tell her to be serious, to stop joking. Then she realizes she isn't joking.

And things just got even stranger than Sabriel thought possible.

And far, far more horrifying. Dead things on that scale...]

A necromantic working at that scale would require massive amounts of Life on a regular basis. [And Sabriel doesn't want to dwell on that any more than she has to.]

But- the sun here doesn't feel dead, so we're not where- wherever you're from. And nowhere I'm familiar with- if we were, the sky would be blue not orange.