Leirra looks around, smiling. "Well now, how long has it been..." She muses, her hand held open to the Void, the material comprising it seeming to shift about her hand like a dog nuzzling it's human. "Relax. This is not the first time this has happened, merely the grandest scale. The vines are taking the departed spirits to the worlds of the Living. Zombies, Ghosts, Poltergeists, Wisps, reflections, there are many occurances of this all over Existence. They will return when they are good and ready, Judges. For now, I'd say enjoy a break. How long has it been now since you've had free time?" She says, looking at them all in turn. "Fallen Angel, former follower of Eli. This was going to happen with or without your interference. It is a natural thing, and you need to learn how a true prank is done. You're little more than a mischievous child." She turns now, to the Reaper.
"Your duty is to the Dead, guiding them to their fate. But this is their fate. This was meant to happen, and if you interfere, I shall devour you myself." She says, smiling to him with the slightly deranged grin of an immortal who'd lived far longer than sanity could hold. "I must admit, your kind have a bit more earthy flavor than I'm used to, but you make for quite the intriguing delicacy."