Pux and the other three gnomes watched with pinched brows as Renny took another step away from Rhychard, screwing up her courage to face the ghosts. Rhychard watched her take a few calming breaths to steady her nerves. He stayed close, just in case she lost control again.
She stood tall, arms straight at her sides as she faced the ghosts. “I know what you seek,” she said, her voice holding a slight tremor. “But I can’t give that to you just yet. I don’t know how. I know you think I’m the bridge, but the bridge is out right now.”
Rhychard smiled at her attempt at being a smartass like him in the face of the supernatural. Everyone possessed their own coping mechanisms.
She stood as if listening to something. Or rather, to someone. Her head tilted to the side a bit, her blond hair falling slightly, brows pinched over her nose. She nodded. “I know. I know you want to cross over, but I don’t know how. I can’t access the bridge.”