Hmm, [ Giselle says, with the vague air of a doctor weighing symptoms. Though she can't tell at present if her patient is the spirits, this girl, or the ship itself. ] And now they're upsetting laundry carts.

[ Giselle drops to her knees to gather up a few of the stray linens, then rises and moves on startlingly silent feet to deposit them in the cart. ]

In my experience, spirits always reach out for a reason. Only we aren't always so good at listening to them.