Beyza watches him relax, watches him breathe, still feeling that same sense of annoyance that he did not have to deal with so much pain if he did not want to. This time she does not say anything. It will come in time, she thinks, the desire to be whole. He is here but a ghost and she wants dearly to believe that part of why he haunts these lands is because of her and the bargain they struck in the afterlife. It would be a wonderful thing, to mean so much to Death as that.
When he replies, it is not something she expects and although there is a small twinge of both regret and anger at his words - she remains calm and keeps those reactions in check. It is wrong, what he says, but maybe not. She had left the beach without looking for him, had not sought him out in the days afterwards as she healed and became whole again.
Even if whole meant she had carried a demon with her from the other side.
There is a quick shake of her head and she solidifies a fraction - coming back into herself. Enough so that her smile can be seen as it matches his own.
“No, I did not leave you. How could I - you were already home.”
