Romilda was feeling a little melancholy now. Even though it was nice to see the plaque and that her name would not be totally forgotten, she was still a little sad about it all. Well, death would do that.
She just nodded, and bit her lip as he spoke his own apologies. She'd learned that as a ghost, the people she had known and loved in life would grow old, and die, and she was going to have to learn to cope with that. This little hiccup was just one of the things she no longer had any control over, and could do nothing about.
"I'll hold you to that," she said, a hint of threat in her voice as she pointed a finger at him. "And if I hear anyone of anyone named Molly calling you a bastard, then I'm going to come and haunt you and make your life miserable the rest of your days!"
A few more people were out on the street, and she looked around. "I should probably go. I don't want to scare anyone accidentally. Nick wouldn't be pleased, and then I'd have a detention and have to stay in the castle. Bugger."