Rabbit sighed, taking mental notes of everything he mentioned.
Reinholdt.
Someone who knew her..or the previous her, or whatever, well.
Someone who knew.
Rabbit gently lifted her hands, her left one moving to cup against the cheekbone of the lich, unless he jerked away. Soft waves of her necromantic power transmitted gently, not controlling, nor anything of the sort.
It would likely be a pleasant enough feeling for the undead.

"Thank you." She should have known- the undead never let her down.