"Of course." Rafel led Cora away from the trickle of young mages filtering out of the classroom. He did not know how Dr. Blood awarded grades, but he felt pretty confident about the test. His crow might live a day or two of sustenance.
It was common knowledge in the realm of the Fae that reanimated creatures had to be close to their masters to draw on their mana source, like blood witches on the essence of a red moon. Else, the creatures would fall back to the dirt.
It was different with resurrected souls.
They could be miles away from the creator who'd pulled them from the abyss, and still live. For in the case of resurrection, no binds of death held. Not just any necromancer could pull stuff like that. It had killed many even who'd tried.
Resurrected souls were beautiful creatures. Just like the girl before Rafel.