Everything he was explaining seemed to Dory like the work of a spirit or being. No child was powerful enough to cast a spell that could last a year like this, not without some kind of reinforcement of that same magic. Again, Dory might've voiced such thoughts if he wasn't so consumed by their closer than likely necessary proximity and the exposed sliver of Greengrass' neck.

He noted each object with a distracted nod and a firm mental note to reassess everything once alone again. "And you're su-" Dory began to ask when the door he'd forgotten to close pulled shut behind him. Startled by the slam, he jumped some and turned to stare at the offending entryway. "Sorry, I uh. Must've left the front door open." He explained and went to reopen that one to close the forgotten door.

Then, somewhat awkwardly, he gestured to the rest of the house. "So things are moving? And you checked for ghosts and all? That doesn't sound like something a child could sustain for a year."