"I don't see anything wrong here."

It takes him a while to muster the nerve and say so, arms hugging his chest, but he speaks it with a sort of shrug. He glances over the tea party, to the side and addressing those on the mission with him.

"I mean, magic things like this happen all the time. A kid's just having a good time with some people who could probably also use the company. A lot of the dead are lonely, you know? People don't often come to talk or visit."