As Aesop walks back to his room in the back of the Church, he notices you, sighing at the sight of you hovering in the air, looking at him expectantly. You were childish, he thought. Staying with him despite knowing his line of work.

A stubborn lost soul, that's what you were in his eyes. But he cannot help but be slightly fond of you as he sighs.

"And why... Pray tell... Are you not in the graveyard at this hour my dear ghost...? Had it been the High Priest who entered..."