There were no other ghosts there, at this hour. Likely because there were no patrons within the tavern's walls. What were ghosts without the living to look upon? Lissa gave voice to the woman that Noura directed her. In a moment, the ghost in question, Mary, drifted through the doorway to the kitchen with a puzzled, wary expression upon her features. She was a handsome woman with dark hair and a few years younger than Lissa's own mother. "Oh, little dear. You ... We all heard about you children. It is just a terrible thing. Did you not move on, darling?," the ghost asked, sympathy in her dark eyes as she crouched to spread her arms wide to the ghostling. A mother's embrace awaited the girl, should she desire it.
The energy was gazed upon by the wildling, fascination brightening her features. She gave chase, circling 'round the tavern once before following it in the direction of the Rememdium. She had only been there once before, when Niall had been so grievously injured. Still, there was little thought in not following the smoke. She would not cease her forward pace until she reached the healing center.