The offer is sweet but Clara shakes her head, letting him know that it was alright. The more she relaxes, the more the cold is becoming less and less noticeable around the graves.

"I'm fine," she says to him. "Just finished my, um, tasks here. Just tidying up for now is all."

Gesturing to a location near them, the ghost points out a weed or two that was yanked out from the ground and tugged away a foot or two away from them. It looks like she was trying to do actual weeding around the lot and was succeeding at it too. If one was generous to consider it like that.