The new presence agitated some of the spirits, but Ghede held up a hand and smiled slightly. "Peace, she's a friend. She's here to protect us." A few of them still swirled around his head, but most of them settled at his side, gazing at Nali. Ghede glanced up. "Settle, please." One in particular couldn't settle, it seemed, and bent down to whisper in his ear. Ghede cocked his head, listening. "Then perhaps you could go and observe elsewhere," he suggested kindly. In a blink, it was gone.
He bowed his head in return. "Probably both, I'd wager," he answered. "Old man talking to nothing, and the little ones tend to make people uncomfortable, even if they don't know why. Also, apologies for him." He gestured vaguely in the direction the spirit had gone. "He's only recently joined our ranks, both the dead and the Cirque. He's still a bit shaken up from Rome. He'll come around."