There is a very long moment of silent staring. Spirit. She knew, of course. Healers. Spirit Healing. But...the reality of it is more unsettling than she'd like. The abstract compared to the reality...

"Spirits. Of course."

She closes her eyes, pushing it aside as best she could. It isn't a Circle. It isn't her place. Adele had passed the Harrowing, had...very cool hands, despite her own obvious weariness. A coolness that spread from those hands into Maria's very core, soothing the fever and making her sigh softly as she leaned into the touch. Better.

Her voice dropped low, so only they could hear, as she leaned against that hand.

"I shouldn't be seeing spirits."