Maybe she was overtired. She'd been reading for too long. It was too late. She should try to go back to bed, but as the entity floated over toward the tree by the pond, she couldn't help but to curiously follow. Certainly she must be dreaming this up. As far as she knew, Noble was definitely not a ghost. The Harvest Festival wasn't that long ago and Fortitude looked perfectly fine as well. She would have heard about it right..?

Shivering despite the warming charm on her blanket, Daff crept toward the tree. "Hello?" She tried; the ghostly glow was unmistakable, but now she was invested in making sure she wasn't going insane.