The aftermath of an Endbinger battle is anything but orderly - and so at just the right moment a body might be left unwatched long enough for a portal to open and a hand to reach out and touch it.
"Those in my domain who have not yet joined my mock court of the dead." She gestures at the silverware stacker as an example.
"My own small court is but a shadow of the great courts all of us are from and to which all of us shall return."
"That of the Thinker and the Fighter... and I suppose in your case a Lonely Court, adopted only in part."
"The Thinker and the Fighter are the two courts whose play we take part in - the Lonely court merely their distant acquaintance."
"A collection of fairies performing together. What that means depends very much on the fairy, and on the act of the play."
"And by 'performing together' do you mean... the heroes and villains thing, or... something else...?"
"I suppose one can say it started with the first fairy gifted and will end in three hundred years hence, as we all depart for new stages."