The spirit dissipates as though it were never there, and then, from the doorway: "it wasn't really him, in the end."

Teren is standing back where she was before she entered, but looks more solid this time, somehow; perhaps it was hard to notice a moment ago, with the light filtering through as it is. She raises a bottle-- eerily similar to the one planted on the desk-- to her lips and takes a long pull from it, holding it out to Lakshmi but not coming any closer.

"It seems I've been busy today," she adds, grimly.