It's pushing toward mid-morning when the ghost of Sina wanders into the library. Anders doesn't completely register her at first, far too focused on the ghostly figure of a bushy-bearded male mage sitting right across from him, but Nari following behind brings his gaze over.

"Nari," he says quietly, voice barely above a whisper as if talking too loud will send both away. It likely won't, there's currently child-like voices reciting the Chant over and over somewhere nearby, but he doesn't want to risk it. The two are too precious for that.

"Does she talk to you?" Some of them seem to talk, or interact a little. They're not really what they appear, he knows that, and yet there's a little bit of a longing in the question. He can live with the pain and guilt that's rising up to see some of these people again.