The whole concept of these immortal beings really was a mind fuck, but that could wait 'til another time. He'd become familiar with the iron-clad deals that the fae struck in his cursory reading too, so he nodded to that too even as Lyra's jaw looked about to splinter with her sullen frown. He wondered what was going through her mind. She'd rejected the idea of ghosts so quickly, but it might just be old-fashioned stubbornness more than she didn't actually believe it. Her gaze flicked up and met his, as he was looking at her, and he thought she actually looked worried for a moment, rather than angry. He tilted his head slightly, not afraid to hold her gaze.
"You're certain you saw something that night," he said. Statement, not question. "And you're certain something is coming for you. At least you know it's not him. Still coulda been ghosts."