[Death is definitely always present here, but she got used to it being there, it doesn't interfere with her as much anymore. And when a new death is about to happen, she can pick up on it because the voices get louder.

Pursing her lips together, she glances over at the books, then sighs and shakes her head.]

Not so much. They tell me about other banshees, or banshees in stories. But not from my world, or from my time. I feel like if I was able to figure out where it came from, I'd have a better chance at figuring out how to deal with it.

[But that means going home, and she can't do that.]