"The cultists, perhaps." A faint crimp in Raine's mouth. She shook her head, followed Valdis's glance around and then eyed the path ahead once more. "I... wasn't entirely aware one of your ghosts was your father. I know more than one person has encountered parental figures as ghosts."

And it was rather personal; but then again, making sure of Valdis's emotional stability might override the consideration of privacy.