Living Dead Girl

What is it that assures our souls are returned to our bodies?  Is it simple knowledge the Spirit Healer has of who is who?  Perphaps it's a sense that allows them to tell what type of soul belongs to what race or profession.  Whatever it is, they either got this totally wrong, or absolutely on the money. 

Timory sat still in awe, there was skin, real skin, not that pale pallid stuff that covered her bones...but actual pink skin.  She had finernails again, groomed ones, and her sight...all the colors and shapes had returned.  She could smell fresh bread baking, hear carts rumbling down cobblestone roads.  It was all clear again.  But how?  She had been stalking along the Greymane wall, a fellow Forsaken wanted the hands of a man who had killed his wife, when a worgen had ambushed her from behind.  It wasn't your typical worgen, no, this one was much bigger and more intelligent.  Thinking back, it was probably one of those types Arugal had unleashed to watch over Silverpine.  She had blacked out and woke up in this form.  And now she was here in this unfamiliar (seemingly Alliance) town. 

The architecture was much darker, almost like Duskwood, but much larger and on the coast.  Familiar pine trees still dotted the landscape, clearly she was still in Silverpine.  What was this town that appeared to be in perpetual dusk?  Timory heard a snort behind her, turning she came face to face with a worgen.  "Never seen you 'round these parts before if I recall".  She stared at the beast.  Since when could they talk?  Was this some kind of dream or parallel universe?  And then it hit her...Gilneas.  So close to the wall and killed by a worgen.  Maybe the healer had sensed it, maybe it had seen the beast within controlling her when she was a Forsaken. 

A wicked grin made it's away across Timory's mouth.  "No, I don't come around here much, brother, but you may see more of me."  She turned whistling to herself, fingering the hilt of her dagger.  Could one that had lost their living soul find it again, or are they doomed to serve the demons uncovered during death, could she fake it even for a little while?  She had become an expert at fitting in and hiding the nagging fiend in her mind, but perhpaps this was just the mistake she was looking for to let it loose.