As Eleanor listened to Liliana and drank her water and watched Rhys over the rim of the glass, she began to frown, thinking, a few of her own ideas. And she did remember all of that from her notes, of course, but it didn't hurt to have the reminder, she'd studied those notes so much they just turned into a messy blur of words in front of her.

"I don't think he has a soul anymore," she murmured, almost more to herself than to Liliana. "Not in his body, anyway. If he still has one, it's probably in me. When I swallowed him, they must have been separated, when I spit him out, it must have just been his body. Maybe that's where the possession of his will comes from. That's why I can control him..."

She didn't know where these ideas were coming from. She didn't even know if it was true. But it made a certain kind of sense, didn't it?

She turned toward Liliana.

"How hard is it for you to get a soul out of someone? What if you tried to get it out from inside me, and then put it back in him?"

Pulling a soul they didn't even know was there from the fathomless black void inside of her. How difficult could that be?