"It's almost like they are sleeping." Sort of. It was a different sort of sleep for souls. They were comfortable. Happy and content in their own right, all part of one that flowed through everything else.

"They do. They keep flowing down the river, and it goes... well, forever, I think. They travel further and further along but never too far away. Not from us." Finn could pick out any soul he chose from the river if he wanted. He very seldom had unless they needed something but never for his own desires. All he wanted was for them to rest.

He crept closer to the shore, the wisps of souls passing slowly by, reaching and brushing against the skin of his feet and ankles before gently continuing on. "I wouldn't advise you get in. I'm not sure what it would do to you. It's nothing for Poe and me, but the river possesses different powers. But this close is okay. They're curious."

Styx would probably do nothing to her. The souls, though, may reach for what life they could find. He truly wasn't sure.