[and there is a soul! at first, perhaps weirdly, the soul is in pieces, small scraps drifting in and out of the closing net until what's left has the shape of single whole soul, all held comfortably together by the now secure net and locked into its bones.

a piece of spellwork flickers and the skeleton lifts its head, two bright sparks glittering to life in its empty eye sockets]

And there we go! Welcome, Amber!