They've always been there, though her sense for them has grown over the years. Some are harmless, simply there to observe, and some to try and reach out and touch. Grasping, greedy, gluttonous things seeking power and skin to walk in. But Cole's dagger will do little good here, no matter how big he makes himself to try and scare them away.

River takes as deep a breath as she can before stirring, damp hair still hanging into her eyes. Slowly she reaches up from the cool stone she's found to press herself to, fingers curling at Cole's sleeve. "Come back," she croaks, her voice dry and her face flush with fever. "I won't speak to them, not right now. I've already got you for company...it'd be rude."

One way of keeping the spirits at bay.