She didn’t die naturally, that’s for certain. I’ve seen natural deaths—this ain’t one of them.

[He shifts his grip on her. She’s light, like Mary was. If he looks down at her he worries he may see Mary and not La’an, so he keeps his eyes on Goodsir.]

But you’d know more than I would. [Death-dealer that Edward is, his medical knowledge is rudimentary and, in this place, grossly out of date. He can’t say with authority what could’ve killed her, the way Goodsir or another doctor around here might.]