[The squid makes a comical amount of errors, but it's respect and fear is at least appropriate. So she smiles in a way that suggests she does not know how.]

Nona was not a mortal. Nona was always me, myself and I. She simply... forgot. [It's wrong, of course. Was she a different person as Nona? Was the identity that the girl carved out over those months... equal? She can't decide whether to mourn or not. She's been mourning since her birth, what is one more worm?

Everything, sadly.]

The body's name is... [She stops herself before saying 'Anastasia.' This is not Anastasia. Merely her blood.] ...Harrowhark. A lyctor. A lich. She has sworn herself to me.