The Medicine Seller raised his hand to his lips in thought. Compassion. That would be a spirit then.

"...But you are not possessing a body."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. Neither the sword nor the scales had made so much as a peep and this close, when he revealed his Truth so readily, the Medicine Seller would have heard something.

Behind his hand, he very nearly smiled.

"I was told spirits in this world cannot take human form."