We All Glow

"It makes no difference to the undead if we move during the light, or the dark. We all glow to them just the same."

Kralla's head snapped round. "What do you mean we all glow to them?" Barnabas flinched, as she growled at him.

"OK. Maybe some more than others, but the living all glow somewhat to them. We can't avoid it."

Kralla's eyes narrowed. "Someone is doing very well right now."

Tellerick laid a hand on her shoulder. "Now Kralla..." Suddenly she snapped back the other way, and snarled menacingly at Tellerick, before grasping her head with a paw.