It was him. Adrienne managed a wan smile. At least she hadn’t been truly hallucinating. That might have been a more troubling sign than having the ghost of a man slide through the wall and into her personal rooms. Oddly enough she felt the strangest urge to apologize to him for her state of being. Normally when he saw her, though it often wasn’t in when she was dressed to the nines, she still at least looked less like she was seconds away from knocking at Death’s door.

Though, perhaps this was an exception seeing as she apparently had been about to knock at Death’s door. Adrienne wondered vaguely if she’d have passed into the After Life, beyond the veil of the living, or if she’d have become a ghost much like Monsieur Wye. Frankly neither thought was comforting at the moment, and she was grateful for his question. She had to squint slightly to focus on him at the foot of her bed, transparent as he was. “What is amiss, is I’ve given birth and I don’t believe it went too well.” She replied, attempting to inject some sort of humor into her response. “I’ve been told I gave some people quite the scare, including my poor husband — could you come closer, please?”

Her hand lifted, reaching toward him. “It’s terribly hard to focus on you, and I should like to see someone else’s face other than a wet nurse or healer at the moment.”