Her smile is ever sympathetic if just a hair off from being normal. His fear... she can feel that fear, and it feeds her. The bugs can have their feast but she'll be taking her cut first.

"Few folk are, but that's it. Ghosts is folk who died a certain way or them who got godsd that let their followers roam free after death. You ain't a qualifying member from what I can see." She spreads one hand, gesturing toward him. "There's always more to be done, of course. Sorry you ain't gonna get to it.

"You got little 'uns? Family who'll carry on after you remembering? That'll be your legacy."