Irdrin stayed by her, but was keeping his eyes on the road and their surroundings, especially as they wound away from the village. She seemed rather preoccupied with her own thoughts, so he focused on spotting any threats. The day seemed rather crisp and cold, but despite that slight discomfort that he was rather unaffected by, everything felt calm and peaceful.
It really was a pleasant morning. Vaynrileth felt a little bad focusing so much on her research instead of enjoying the calm morning, but she felt guilty for every second she spent not trying to solve Irdrin's dilemma she caused. She didn't deserve to enjoy the day if Irdrin wasn't able to enjoy his second life thanks to her mistakes. She really wished she could get her hands on any sort of works by other mages who sought to create unbound undead. Surely there had been other necromancers like her who had researched the process and theorized the methods.