78. Fall

Madame Rita stepped forward at that juncture in their interaction. Tristan had calmed down even if the spirit still irked him.

"I apologize for my behavior," she bowed, floating before the duo. Stella could only reveal an uncomfortable smile, while Tristan merely glared at her. At least for a bit. He noticed how her see-through dress seemingly flowed in the wind. Strange.

"Madame Rita…" He muttered, suddenly realizing something. One of the triplets beat him to it, however.

"Yes, this ship is named Rita… after her," she giggled, catching his attention. All triplets were brown-haired, and for some reason; most likely intentional, they had all styled their hair the same.

"Aren't spirits supposed to depart from the body of a human when they die?… were you once human?" Tristan questioned, referencing knowledge he had gotten from Rosetta.

Madame Rita giggled, she had heard that same question an innumerable amount of times.