You can be my guest
Ethan spoke out.
So have I. There are two of us who can affirm to his prevailing there.
Eve's eyebrows rose as she concentrated her intense gape on Ethan.
"You can converse with ghosts too?"
"Oh, no. I didn't imply that. Morgana did her medium stuff while I was there. I heeded his vocalist reaching through her mouth."
Eve bobbed. "Freaky, but okay…continue."
"Well," Morgana mumbled, "the curator grasped his reality and conceded a couple of visitors alleged to have discerned him."
"I'll have to survey precedents, but I imagine we can't utilize 'sensing a presence.' Even a sighting could be explain away. But I'm inquisitive about your prevailing a medium. Can you clarify you possess that, um, gift?"
"Sure." She glanced to Ethan.
"Does she learn about Leo?"
"Yes. I implored him not to worry Eve, but I don't notice if he heeded me or not."