"Well, I'm glad we can help." Corrin replies as they walk briskly towards the street. The fact that she's talking to a ghost seems honestly less important to her than the fact that it's a ghost in need of help.

But seeing Serge's discomfort, she leans forward a little and lowers her voice to speak to him. "I think if we can find her the carriage she needs, it'll help her...move on, right? To whatever comes next?"

When they reach the corner, Corrin glances down the street quickly, but the fog is still very thick. After a moment, she sticks her hand out into the road, hoping that maybe this will summon the carriage their moogle companion needs.