*Blodwyn shakes her head tears filling those red eyes of hers as her
hands clinched* I'm not some protector or anything i'm just a kid. A
kid that was in school to be a concert violinest. This is not what i
wanted this is not what i asked for. Please just send me home....My
parents are likely worried sick about me. I have to atleast call them
or write them or something.

*Blodwyn shifts where she is and looks between the two of them tears
starting to fall down her face* Spirits......you mean ghosts?! What can
ghosts teach me?