( Her grimace likely says enough, but she gives a small, firm shake of her head. )

As I understand it, until they let go, they remain.

( Grimace shifting into a full frown, and her eyes flick from the ghostly figure of the one dead girl to the names on the mausoleums they're approaching. The first is too damaged to read, as if calculatedly destroyed. )

Unless they've been bound. It takes more then. Someone with the right skill.

( Those who work with the dead. She reads the next name as they draw closer, murmuring it under her breath. No twitch of interest from the searching ghost. )

Of which we have a few in our group, and more who aren't.