<em>The smile fades to a wistful ghost of itself</em><br/><br/>Perhaps... But any place I might desire to linger would be the less for it. You can't dwell in the temple and not push out the spirits that it was meant to house.<br/><br/><em>She shakes her head, free hand coming up to rake messy locks away. Then another pull of mead to chase away the question, but watching the shadowy figure move around the room Dys wondered if his words had been directed at her at all. The ghost seemed to have ghosts of his own.</em>