"As you command."

That's how she learned the magic she has now, the Lich King bestowed it upon her.

'Hah, our 'magic' isn't as easy as that. I can do some things for you - but by teach she means the kind with textbooks.' There's a warm amusement flowing through her. 

Textbooks? An unfamiliar concept.

She'll send a mental image/ memory of some, study room included. (Taken from Ling's memories, especially since that'll probably be how the girl will teach. A room full of scrolls, of crackling paper with faded ink that must be handled with gloves, of reading by a low lamp until her eyes burn, of sleepless nights spent in obsessive study.)

Ah.

Better that than some of the things she's been tasked with by the Lich King. (The subjugation and conversion of the vrykul tribes was... not pleasant.)

'Any things like that you want to reverse? While we're destroying this Lich King and everything he stands for.'

Nothing that seems possible, and isn't contained in the destruction of the Lich King.

'We're about to redefine what's 'possible.''

She wants to not have done the things she did. Not have killed her clan, not have raised them, not have perverted the measure of worth into a lie that sorts ymirjar and vargul. Not have condemned so many to undeath.

'Resurrection is hard, though if the soul's here and not beyond the gate - that's doable. Especially once you throw me and Ling at it.'

Resurrection is the problem, they should not have been raised, they should have been left to their honorable death and afterlife in the halls of Odyn.

'Re-killing them is definitely doable.'

She doesn't know if it will count now, is the thing.

Whether they will go to the right afterlife?

Mm. Yes.

Then they'll work to ensure that. 

All right.

"For now... Let's get to safety. I need to learn more of this world before acting fully."

"Yes." She begins to lever herself upright. "The surface will be safer."

"Let's go." 

(Brigid, standing fully upright, is much taller than Ling Yao.)

Off, then. How fast can Ling Yao go?

Decently fast, though she's still within the realm of comprehensible speeds. 

Brigid prefers to fly, at speeds much over a walk.

Then she can carry Ling.

As she commands.