He listened to her with a hinted at smile on his lips, inclining his head her way only to say, "I have no idea what the ghosts of your school are like, to be fair." So no, he didn't know, because he had no real sense of ghosts having much tracking of time. Those in Yiling certainly hadn't, only the intensifying of their resentment as more time passed, until a hundred years worth for the oldest hundreds murdered echoed louder than anything else around. "But if it's as you say, then yes, to some extent they're unaware of time passing, or the cycle they're caught within."

He watches the soldiers, most of them tucked into their own tents, a few walking perimeter watches in the blood rain.

"I'm glad you're all right, Miss Lily. And now I'm also curious about your pages and questions, though I don't doubt we share some number of them." He takes another slow, savouring sip of tea. "What are your thoughts, at this point? What did you see in that temple of stone?"