Allegedly to ensure that next year's crops actually sprout, when I was dragged into it, but I've got a feeling that's just bullshit. [She sees his look darken, his shoulders slump, and gently places a hand on his.]

Repeated dying isn't really fun, I can tell you that. [It's wry and light.] I've only died the one time, myself, though--don't take my word for it. I suggest staying in when the fog rolls in.