Living skeletons didn't need to breathe, but Skulduggery had developed the habit over the centuries. Breathing was useful for meditation, for control, for centering. He was grateful for it now; each deep breath helped calm his mind further. Helped him focus on Gabriel's question, and not on what this pack of vampires could have wanted. Not for the moment, anyway.

"Sanctuary doctors will check to make sure they're dead," Skulduggery answered somberly. He didn't think he needed to add the possibility of some of them being Infected, or what they would have to do in those cases. "And if they are, they're released to their families, for whatever the will or the family wanted. Cremation. Burial. It isn't so different from mortals, in that respect."

In fact, the only real difference was that mortals didn't generally have to worry about the bodies possibly reanimating later.

Guild was going to keep them waiting, but Skulduggery didn't begrudge him for it this time. Without any appointed Elders yet, the Grand Mage would be stretching himself thin.