"How do you feel?" Aldus asks.
"I am well." The Seer's expressions are hard to read anyway, but it's impossible to tell what that means. Aldus shrugs and ducks inside, following Wil, who leads them to the room. Aldus takes one look at the body on the bed, and scowls disapprovingly.
"What is it?" Wil asks.
"He hasn't been properly laid out," Aldus says, unable to keep the anger from his voice. "He's barely been washed."
"Won't that make it easier for you?"
Aldus puts his bag down and rolls his sleeves back.
"Yes, but that's not the point."