While she half wished that he would’ve chosen her to go in his stead, she understood why he’d gone, and respected the hell out of the man for it. If nothing else, he seemed set on keeping all of them safe.
As night fell, rather than retire, the ghost chose to wander further into the little canyon and towards the falls, for which their home was named. A place she rarely visited except when called. It wouldn’t have been her first choice for a home, but she couldn’t deny it had also become much more than she’d expected.
Colette was glad to be here still, to see it. And for the first time in a while, glad to just be alive. It was this feeling the ghost hoped desperately she could cling to. She did not want to fall back into the pit of despair that'd nearly claimed her weeks ago.