Stone snorts, and tugs at Kethel's wrist for it to follow. Another thirty years of familiarity (and a month of being the only one here he knows) has made touching a Fell not quite so bad. "You wouldn't. You're young." Though, honestly, Stone isn't that annoyed by the whole not-actually-dead thing. He'd be less annoyed if he were still back home, and not following phantom scents all the time. "If I was going to be stuck not-dead, I'd much rather it have happened a couple years ago, when I hadn't faded quite so much."