[L hasn't seen a reassuring smile in quite some time. Most of the people who might give them, after all, have died horribly.

Twitchily and carefully, he returns the smile as he lets go of the blunderbuss, trusting it fully to Kyle's command.]

Thank you; I trust you.

[He speaks the words like a prayer. Uncertain, but containing every shred of coaxing, intangible will he possesses.]

Do you... know, about infrasound? It can vibrate so intensely that the retinas in your eyes are jostled, and you might see things that aren't truly there. If you see a ghost... it's probably your retinas. You should know that as a reasoning, intelligent being.