''Here, I made this.'' Your father hands you a thoroughly cleaned small spice box with two holes carved on the top cover. ''Should keep Usha nicely covered without disturbing her sleep.''
''Ah...'' It takes you a moment to blink the weight of grogginess out of your head. ''...Thanks, Dad.'' Not only are your parents prepared, they're adaptive too.
Slowly but surely, the fog started to clear from your head.

''I believe our ghostly guests will manifest tonight or tomorrow.'' Your father says after breakfast. The sun has started peeking out of the horizon, bringing much-needed warmth to your long morning.
''I want to confirm his situation.'' You can't indulge in lazy peace forever.

''Yesterday, your mom talked with the Mamonos about him, she even revealed the boy's presence in your shed.'' Your father reclines in his chair with a satisfied grunt and begins explaining. ''Olin was his name, and he was a popular little lad in the Mamono village. He seemed to care about people, especially the sick. He pushed his mother to become the village doctor despite her inexperience; that's how our girls met Augustine. He'd often bring sweets to people who wanted some, too.''
Olin... A name that comes from Gwalchmai, like Augustine.
''Goodness. Eichenwald lost a truly precious soul.'' A ten-year-old boy being so proactive for the good of a struggling community... A child shouldn't burden himself with this responsibility, yet it is simultaneously inspiring. ''I want to help him even more.''
''There's a man who fancies himself a peacekeeper in the village.'' Your father unfurls his crossed arms. ''I remember a young man, maybe a few years older than you, trying to calm things when I started my brawl over there.... and more importantly, that guy was close with Olin. Seyraphal and Shigeko were addled by their circumstances, but that's something they remember well.''

Shi and Sey held an important perspective, you'll confirm that information when you return to Eichenwald.

''I'm honestly scared of approaching Augustine with this situation.'' How are you supposed to breach this kind of topic?'' She lost her precious son last month; you must inform her of his spirit, but how...?

''If I tell her about Olin and he doesn't show up tonight, that's how friendships end...'' A memory flashed into your mind: Augustine extending her hand upward, toward one of the church towers. Urk.

''If all three of her friends approach her with concern after spending today together, perhaps the wound won't cause an ugly eruption of grief.'' Your father isn't confident. ''But, maybe, investigating before involving her is wiser.''

''Investigating?'' Anxiety pushes you to fiddle with the spice box.