Through the Veil, it was easier for Halle to see; her eyes may have been mortal, but the consciousness behind them was the stuff of spirit, still tied to this side of eternity. The spirits that had been half-formed to her eyes on the other side were clear and visible, perceived in a much sharper way. And there were so many.
Some in the ragged clothing of patients, others in the uniforms of nurses. Some still holding on to the damage that had been done to them in life, others just lost in the Veil, unable to find their crossing to the next life. But all of them, all of them turned their attention toward Ghede – he burned for them like a lamp in the dark.
When he dropped, Halle slid closer to him, shielding his physical body. How strongly could they manifest in this space? She didn't know. But watching him struggle, watching the spirits close in, brought panic bubbling to the surface. He was her guide, and he needed time to... to do something, clearly. Time to pull himself together before he dealt with the spirits present.
All at once, her panic bubbled over into a wave of spiritual energy, forced outward around her like a little shockwave. "Enough!" Her demand was sharp, echoing in both the physical and the psychic world. Strong and bold, enough to push the untethered spirits back. "...he said one at a time," she finished after a moment, more quietly and calmly.