After a moment's hesitation, Finley said quietly and somewhat reluctantly:
"I have thoughts regarding this. Would you like to hear them? I am afraid you will not like what you hear."
Abrial's eyes were blank. Her voice was even flatter. "…I guess."
"A ghost is a spiritual imprint. It cannot remain in this world forever, and it will fade with time. A ghost hundreds of years old…It is miraculous that she appeared in such a solid form and cared for you for every day for two weeks without disappearing while you stayed with her. She likely faded significantly through your encounter. At a certain point of fading, spiritual imprints are no longer visible. She may not be able to appear before you again, or…" Finley pursed her lips, lowering her eyes. "She may be gone altogether."
Abrial was quiet for a long time. Her sparkling eyes seemed to have glossed over, encasing a storm of agitation within. Abrial's hands sat in her lap limply, utterly motionless.
