Quylla was aware that the name of their host was nothing but an alias, yet she didn't pry about her identity because she was afraid of the consequences that rudeness might have.
"Yes, dear Quylla?" Nana smiled, creeping Quylla as she wondered how could their host know her name.
"How can an undead have children?"
"Aside from a few exceptions, the greater undead are still made of flesh and blood. Even though most of their organs aren't vital anymore, their bodies work just fine. Sure, their fertility is low, but it's nothing that luck and effort can't fix. Let me explain…" Nana took an illustrated book called "Flowers and bees".
"I know how it works." Quylla blushed at the misunderstanding. "I was just asking how a skeleton could have a son."
"Not a skeleton. A Lich." At that word, the book disappeared and with it all the warmth in the room. "Those creatures are the true abominations, dear Nandi, not your kin. They get bored, get laid, and then forget about the consequences.
