[ miller nods, sitting back on his seat to listen, rag still clutched in his hand as he bars his arms across his legs. ]

Maybe there's nothing to understand, ke? She did what she thought was right and she should've told you. Should've consulted the band of Merry Men, right? But she can't go back and change that either. This is her way of making it right.

As right as anything can be here. [ he sighs, then wiggles the fingers on his free hands in his usual spooky gesture. ] That's about all this ghost has got for advice, pal. I'm all tapped out.