"I think so," Liliana said. "He was chasing me when I took up the Chain Veil. I think - there was something - I believe I might have volleyed that curse from me to him. So now I am in possession of the Chain Veil, neither dead nor demonic. That, I believe, is all--"

From the doorway, her steward cleared his throat. He was holding a tray with a small pot of tea and a carafe of coffee on it, but that wasn't the reason for his throat clearing. He was looking directly at Liliana, who was looking confusedly back at him.

"What?" she asked.

"It also affects you, Mistress," he said softly.

"Well, yes, the nightmares and the whispering, I went over that--"

He shook his head. "You were gone for months, Mistress."

Liliana paled as much as her milk-white complexion would allow her to. "Oh," she said softly. "Yes. There was that, I suppose. I don't remember it much..."

The steward turned to Ignis. "My Mistress began sleepwalking in the night," he said quietly. "Getting up, putting the Chain Veil on, speaking to people who were not there. One night, she donned it and Planeswalked away. She did not return for nearly six months. Not until September, I believe."

I was unexpectedly called away, she'd said, the night they'd met and he'd heard her stomach rumble, And I simply haven't had a chance to obtain anything new...