Avery watched Lyra talk with a frown. Yes, she'd talked about anticipating something, but if it wasn't that fairy with a grudge, then what was it? "There weren't any other creatures down there that might've still been holding out against you, were there?" he asked, picking up his glass but not drinking yet. "Something related to the saint thing maybe? Maybe you saw spirits of some kind. Eclipse coulda messed with the veil."
He believed the thing about the hallowed ground. Lyra seemed to be a magnet for the supernatural, living or undead, and honestly, if she had seen a ghost or spectre, that was pretty cool. "Wait, do the fae cross over? Could Rathellion be sending spooks after her?" Now that was worth considering! Weren't these people of believe immortal, anyway?