His eyes widens at the flickering of the lights and he looks up, watching them fade in and out and glancing around at the people. So she is not, he thinks, simply a wandering spirit. She can change things, can... well, can act as a ghost in a horror film might. Perhaps it might be best not to make her angry.

"There were fae opening doors," he answers, voice low and calm. "Taking them through to... their own realm, I suppose. They cannot open doors in some places, so I understand it, but they can lure them over borders to where they can. Miss Pel has a... spell, of sorts, she can use to close doors. She was closing them before children could be taken through."