[ Oh. Oh my. She has to stifle a giggle (she could simply not broadcast it, but...)

He sounds so happy and gentle that even she doesn't have the heart to tell him that's not quite it. He's close, though. ]

Yes! It's something like that. [ Maybe she does owe a bit of an explanation, though. ] I died, and I became a ghost. An... acquaintance built a body for my soul to inhabit. I was later resurrected, fully alive and the way you see me now.

[ Good enough, right? She thinks the bit about her dreamself and her sacrificial slab might get a little convoluted, and she's trying so hard not to be overly complicated... ]