Kieren snorts, glancing over his shoulder as he takes another booted step towards the grave. "This is rich," he says, half to himself. "No one's going to believe me if I say I've been off fighting PDS sufferers while someone waves about a wand behind me." He still thinks he'll be happy to tell a story, because it means he'll be alive. With a sigh, Kieren nods. "Come on, then," he says. "If they're breaking through the dirt, they're going to be hungry. We'll need to try and reason with them. Or...something."