Shifting her blue gaze to her sister, Ive would share a look of confusion and concern. This child was strange. The insistence on going home made her chest ache. Did he not understand? Or was he simply too young to accept it?

Her ears would flick uncertainly as she watched him, tail curling tighter around her paws. The ghost wished she could help Ivan explain. Wished she could put the right words together and somehow make him understand. But she couldn't. Not with her silence. Not with the limitations that always seemed to follow her.

A deep frown settled across her features as she continued to study him. Was he the only one who had arrived? Had there been others with him? The thought of a child being dragged into Mythris alone made her stomach twist uneasily.

Blue eyes would drift briefly toward the ground before returning to the boy. There wasn't really anything she could do but sit there and listen as Ivan tried her best to explain. Quiet. Helpless. Concerned.

The ghost let out a soft whine beneath her breath. She didn't like this. Not one bit.