Alisa hummed, she made a fair point, and the sculptress had seen enough to understand how true these words rang. The girls parents, the girl herself... They had all died for this cause, all of them doing everything they could to protect the youngest girl. Of course, that statuesque fighter also noticed how that same gesture that permenently captured Espy's attention achieved nothing of the sort in here. Aseria, she called herself. Alisa nodded to the woman's statement:
"Indeed. Lovely to meet you, sadly we'd have to do so with you in this state... I'd have enjoyed meeting you in life."
Hearing the necromancers had already paid for their hubris made her smile widen slightly, a hint of a approval on her face. Whoever sacrifed people to bring this woman back in this crude state deserved to contribute their lives for her sanity. For her to walk this world as close to how she did in life, if only for a bit longer.
"Good. At least something are as they should be...", spoke the sculptress, not so much bitterly, but simply feeling like a modicum of karmic justice had been achieved. Her next question, however, raised Alisa's brow; wondering if the necromancers had really been so callous as to tell her nothing of the era they'd conjured her into, "They didn't even tell you that much... Year 786.", her smile widened, tilting her head slightly as she told Aseria what she really wanted to know, "Esperia is 19 years old~"